Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 12
xiv
I would shed off my skin if I could,
               reshape my bones if I could,
                     replace my mind if I could,
only to bloom like the flower
you wanted me to be.

I wish I was like everybody else,
because then,
maybe I could have been
               more normal,
                      more bearable,
                            more acceptable,
in your eyes.
Myka
Written by
Myka  19/F
(19/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems