How I Wish

 

How often I wish

That I wasn’t me,

That there were someone better

For me to be.

I want to be

Who they seem to think I am –

I want to be able to say

That I am my number one fan.

I want to be rid of the sadness

That plagues my heart,

Be rid of the darkness

That tears me apart.

Oh how I wish

That there could be

Someone better

That I can call “me”.

 

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