I wish...

Sometimes I wish that my friends and family didnt know this was me. I would tell you what I know and how I feel and no one would ask me if I was ok.

Sometimes I wish I was brave enough to be more real. I could write about my lost love. I could spout on and on about the family drama.

Sometimes I wish I didnt know what I know. I would be lighter, taller and maybe not so blonde.

Sometimes I wish I could pay all the bills. There would be not guilt. I would be independent. I would be free to be me.

Sometimes I wish I were different. Maybe happier, maybe smarter, maybe more interesting.

Sometimes I wish...