Constantly, I am tormented
By one single thought.
It wreaks havoc upon my mind.
Not because of what it is,
But because of what it's not.

Desperately, I push it away
To the farthest corner I can find.
But much like a river's current
It continues to flow
To the forefront of my mind.

Daily, I wish for it to change.
To transform to what it's not.
But I could wish on every star
And it would still remain
The thought that it is not.