Wish there was a way,
A way to be my best.
So I need not repay,
For my garbled mind
To feel less of a pest.
Wish this uncertainty
An annoyance within
My undeceive mind
Will straighten out and bind.
So I can then be normal.
Or pretend at least.
Where I fall short in morale
I make up for in spurts of joy,
My confusion deceased.
Though it still lurks inside.
Wish I were me
Not some depressed eyesore
Trying to be
That person you so much adore
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
Wish there was a way,
A way to be my best.
So I need not repay,
For my garbled mind
To feel less of a pest.
Wish this uncertainty
An annoyance within
My undeceive mind
Will straighten out and bind.
So I can then be normal.
Or pretend at least.
Where I fall short in morale
I make up for in spurts of joy,
My confusion deceased.
Though it still lurks inside.
Wish I were me
Not some depressed eyesore
Trying to be
That person you so much adore