Did you know that On my birthday,,
for the last nine years straight
I’ve wished for the same thing?
It’s the one thing I want,
more than anything else in the world
and I can’t have it.
But at least on my birthday,
I can feel a little extra magical
and have faith that maybe this year
it will be different.
This year, it’ll happen.
This year, my dream will come true.
But I know it’s childish to think
that blowing out a candle
can make dreams come true.
But I have to hope.
It feels like the only chance I have/
I wish I was someone worth loving.
I wish I had goals and ambition
and a desire for a career
like women of this society are
expected to want to want these days,
but I don’t.
I wish I looked the way that
boy want me to look
so that I could be someone worth loving,
that I could be thin with big boobs
and a natural blonde with a pleasing face,
but I’m not.
I wish I had something to offer the world
so that I could be someone worth loving;
maybe a skill or talent,
or even money to give the less fortunate,
or time or influence or anything really,\
but I don’t.
I wish I could be someone worth loving
so that maybe I could stop hating myself.
I wish I was pretty
I wish I was thinner.
I wish I had the body that boys go for.
I wish I didn’t have stretch marks.
I wish for a flat tummy.
I wish I didn’t hate myself when I look in a mirror.
I wish for a boyfriend.
I wish for someone to love me.
I wish I’d stop getting hurt.