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