The moon rises as the sun sets.
My love for you grows as my love for myself fades.
I pick flower petals, taking their life but press them to conserve the beauty.  
As I die I keep myself compressed so you can't see the insides rotting.
I'm infected by the plague.
I wish I could take a flame to my skin and burn of the parts of myself I dislike, but then there wouldn't be any of me left.
I wish I could swallow a cup full of acid to melt away the thoughts of not being good enough, but then my mind would be gone.
I wish I could cover my body in acrylic paint, so that maybe then I would like the way I look, but there's not enough paint in the world to keep my eyes from seeing my reflection in the mirror.
I wish I could see myself through others' eyes.
I wish I could become a tree, and stretch my branches into the sky to soak in the sun and invite other creatures to take safety in my branches.
I wish I could be the sea, to have my presence give life to all others.
I wish I could be the moon, to watch the pulsing energy of life passing by below me and have the power to pull the tides to and fro.
I wish I could be me, and happy at the same time.