If I were not me,
I'd be a girl born into a pseudo reality.
I'd be blind, looking for darkness,
Deaf, searching for music,
Mute, singing for the broken.

I'd have a heart made of stone,
Carved with timeless impossibilities.
A compelling pulse rate,
That moves me in rhythm.
I'd have a mind that opens up to fear alone.

If I were not me,
I'd be a reflection;
Of all that I wish
I could be.