Um. I was having an identity crisis :(

I Wish

I wish…

I wish for a lot of things actually.

For a pretty face,

White teeth,

A nice figure,

Long hair,

Clear skin,

Good grades,

Great friends,

True love,

All inconsequential things.

Yet…

If they’re so inconsequential.

Why do they mean so much to me?

Is it a case of

Always wanting what I don’t have

Or

Reaching for the unattainable?

In that case,

Why waste my time on wishes

When that’s all they’ll ever be?

Rather,

I’ll spend my time on more probable things

Like plucking the stars from the sky.

Then, I’ll take those stars and

Beat them into fine strings of

Wistful thinking.

And I’ll weave a silken cocoon and sew myself

Tight within, then fall into a

Wishful slumber.

Maybe then, when I wake

I’ll have undergone a metamorphosis,

And when I break free from my

Woven-wish star cocoon

I’ll be all those things

I’d ever hoped to be.