I wish that I could tell myself that I like my hair today.
I wish that I could tell myself that I look "pretty" today
or at least that I am decent enough to be smiled at.
I wish that I could ignore that I am everyone's second
choice. I wish that I could know what I am actually
worth because I know that what I'm actually worth is
more than what I think I am worth.
I wish someone could pay attention when I
say that I am not okay. I really am not okay.
I wish that could get guys to ask me out.
Or that I could ask myself if all those guys are worthy
of my number and a label that they'll choose to put on me.
A label that'll be known as my contact name on their phones.
I wish that for once I could at least try to act that I love myself.
But right now, it feels like there are not enough dandelions in
the world to make me wish to love myself.
