I wish I was a bird sometimes,
They can go anywhere they want,
They are free,
They are beautiful,
They are graceful,
They are everything I'm not.
I wish I could fly away,
And go someplace I'm loved.
I wish people would accept that I'm different, quirky even.
I wish people would say how pretty I am, but they don't,
And I know the reason why.
I wish I could go more than a day without tripping over and having people laugh at me.
But I know I can't become a bird,
So instead I dream of a place.
I dream of a place that accepts me for me,
Wishing that I'll find it someday soon...
