Her days
Is her pain.

They say he’s out there.
My prince.
Maybe in a hoodie,
maybe in a crown.
Maybe late.
Definitely confusing.

He’s not on a horse.
He’s probably on his phone.
Scrolling,
not knowing I’m waiting
like a plot twist.

I don’t want saving,
just someone who sees me
like I’m not background noise.

So I wait.
With sarcasm,
lip gloss,
and slightly too much hope.

I wish to be as swift as the wind,
Winning gold in every race I’m in.

Granted!
But everyone expects you to win,
Giving you bricks of pressure with a grin.

I wish to make an endless flow of poems,
That tickles your insides and feels like home.

Granted!
But you are blinded by your talent,
Thinking it’s a rough sounding accent,
While everyone’s mind screams brilliant.

I wish to be as great as my friends,
And having those glittering events
— Like them.

Granted!
But you will never feel like enough,
Wondering if they ever had it tough.

I wish I will achieve my dreams,
Dreams as clean as my seams.

Granted!
But you don’t know that dreams of yours
Until you open the right door.

I wish…
Granted! But…

I wish…
Granted! But…

I wish…
Granted! But…

CAN’T I JUST HAVE MY WISH???