Oh how I wish I was someone else.
Someone who understands the vernacular
Of people their age,
Instead of feeling foreign
In a group of "friends".
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who is able to care about others
As the do for me,
Instead of faked feelings
And an overwhelming sense of uncaring.
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who instead of crying in their bed
At 2 am when most up at the same time
Are thinking about some they
So desperately wish to hold.
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who feared the end
Rather than wait for it
Simply to shake its hand
And let it lead me where it pleased.
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who could do something right
For once in their life
Rather see themselves reflected
In the disappointment coating people's eyes.
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who could be deemed remotely normal.
Not on the boring ain sense
That everyone desperately tries to avoid,
But in the sense that incites people
Into enjoying my presence rather than
Fearing whatever may spill out of my mouth
And fall from my eyes.
Oh how I wish I was someone
Who wasn't sad all of the time.
