My Will To Crave

An old poem I created back in high school.

 

I wish I had the time of day.

I wish I were blessed with that personality that drew them in.

I wish life would point me in that perfect direction.

I wish I were worth being more than a friend.

Wish I knew what is wrong with me.

I wish that just once they were talking to me;

That just once they were looking at me,

And not the prettier girl to my right.

If I just weren’t me I wouldn’t have to

Wonder why or have these thoughts.

But I am,

So I keep on wishing that something would change ...

ME

Everything I am, because that isn’t what they want.