I went to bed
Recalling all the reason why
When I looked in the mirror
I see someone I hate
I closed my eyes
Accompanied by the tears that had became my best friend
Curled in the bewilderment of
Why am I... myself?
Why can't I just be someone else?
I fell asleep
Dreaming of a
Blonde haired
Blue eyed
Five foot ten
Beauty that was
Me
In my dream I was
Popular
Smart
Pretty
I had friends.
I woke up
The happy smile from last night still lingered by my lips
Registering the bittersweet improbability
I don't cry
My heart bleed
I don't scream
My soul sighs
I am still me.
The quiet, short, ugly, and transparent me.
