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I Wish...They Understood
I wish I were a dancer
with her perfect, pointed toes
and a dress that
flies
with her
or an artist
who turns every white canvas
into adventures
and beauty
and pain
just with her hands
or a singer
belting out agony
or joy or confusion
and forming all those
meddled feelings and
experiences
into something beautiful.
I wish I weren't just
me,
left with my emotions
and life
and nothing to
make of it,
I wish I had a
shoe
or brush
or voice
that could express it all,
or a viola that could
crone out what I want to say,
but no,
maybe the world will never
know my pain,
or hear my joy,
or see my strife,
and it's just me
and my bursting heart
alone.
Maybe I wasn't meant to be
a songbird,
but a raven instead.
Maybe I wasn't made
to be understood,
but only
to
understand.
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