If I had a second chance,
Maybe I prefer created as a dove.
Hated, but couldn't be hating. Wanting to avenge the crimes of others, but still can't.
Because what?
A Dove doesn't have bile.
Evil or as bad as any person treats you, you'd do is forgive them.

And If I can't have that chance,

Could I just be a paper plane?

People just need to shape it with their things as diverse as you take a piece of paper,
You fold each other side and make a plane. Then you threw it into the air, and make another one again.

Can fly wherever it want, without having fear to fall.

Because it is merely an object.

Objects that do not have a sense of hate, pain, fear, suspicious or nervous.

Because it was simply flying concluding with impunity.