I walked over the bridge
where they said if you made a wish,
no matter how
anything was possible.
I wanted to be the heroine
of my own fantasy.
I dreamed of a day when I'd discover
my mind had the power
to control things
out of its reach.
I never believed my mother when she told me
love would bring magic to my life.
I believe she was on to something
much different than what she meant behind her words.
My mind has a mind of its own.
I can't think of much else
but how strangely connected I am
to people as far from me as everything I wanted
I've become a whore to self-help books
with no discrepancy to the garbage I'll read.
I feel it's necessary, sometimes,
to lose yourself in ideas so utterly useless
and poorly thought out,
you're forced to correct them
with strange ideas of your own.
The strangest idea of them all
is that I'm just a cliché beautifully ugly girl
searching for understanding and acceptance that seems
as far away as that "perfect person" out there somewhere
waiting to move,
relate to me
in that utterly magical way
I've dared someone to prove to me