Sometimes I wish I wasn't different.
Sometimes, as I sit alone at lunch I wish that my two
best friends weren't a pen and paper.
Sometimes I wish I could show myself;
come out from behind a curtain,
and allow hundreds of pages to fan out.
Sometimes I wish I could sing so that maybe
who I am could be more beautiful.
I wish I could leave.
Take the key off the shelf and just leave.
Run
Fly
Where somebody could see me.
Really.
Possible?
No.
Tortured?
Yes.
Sometimes I wish I could feel sixteen.
Sometimes I wish I was a firefly.
(Sometimes I wish I was beautiful)
Fireflies.
Nobody has ever once complained about them being
unbeautiful.
The juxtaposition is astounding.
A world of opposites I live.
I breathe.
Sometimes I wish that somebody
anybody(?)
could understand.
do I make myself clear?
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