I wish I was beautiful.
I wish I wasn’t fat.
I wish that you’d like me.
Yes, I’d really like that.
Most of all I’d like to be me.
Not be shy, but run wild and free.
When you’re around, I wish I could talk.
I’m scared that you wont like who I am….
That I’d make myself feel stupid and talk, talk talk.
I wish I could have a figure,
Like those models on TV.
If I looked like that….
You might actually like me!
I wish my hair wasn’t completely straight,
And not as thick and have my natural color.
I wish you’d run your fingers through it.
If you wanted to, I wouldn’t care.
If my face was to change,
I would keep my eyes,
So if I was to look at you,
I’d still see the guy I want too.
I also wish my self-esteem wasn’t as low,
That my shyness would go away,
That my friends would stop lying and tell the truth.
I wish I wouldn’t wine as much.
Most of all, I want you to like me,
As much as I like you.
But me I guess I’m screwed,
Because all of this stuff will never come true.
I’ll work on the shyness,
And try to look perfect for you.
