The Wish

The Wish

You see me and judge me outwardly

I’m fat or too thin or I drink or I’m high, dastardly

But you don’t know the demon battles I fight

Hitting my bedrock day in and out

I’m too proud to wear my distress on the outside

I’m too cheerful perhaps and ride the high tide

I can’t blame anyone for not looking into my eyes

I do look into yours and wonder because of my inward cries

I have no faith and believe in nothing except feeling

I have no regrets for I understand the butterfly’s fluttering

I know I’m different and want little or nothing of tradition

I don’t know how to reach out so I stand in isolation

I love too easy for I want to see the good

I hate cynicism and have been told I’m like a child in the woods

I suffer my destiny as Wednesday’s Child should

I just wish there was a God to grant my wish for a normal hood