If wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm.
I wish I was pretty.
I pray whatever god may answer will grant my wish.
I wish I had more friends.
I'm left in the silence, wondering why I'm here.
I wish I had a purpose.
I don't know who I'm meant to be in life.
I wish the voices would stop.
I can't escape that which tells me to hurt everything.
I wish I had an umbrella.
But even the umbrella wouldn’t protect you from the rain. Honestly, we can never change things to what we want, and if we do, there’s always a backfire. I feel it everyday. Yeah, I wish I was pretty too, I wish someone paid attention to me. But then I analyze things and cause myself stress. Sometimes, just leaving the things the way they are is better—even if we think differently.
That’s what sucks about reality. I hate it. I wish it wasn’t real. But without reality, we wouldn’t have a fantasy to run away too.
But the shorter, more less-of-me answer, is that sometimes we think too less of ourselves. 🤷🏾
