I wish that I had been born,
With just the right type of skin.
I wish I knew how to make it work,
When I just don’t fit in.
I try so hard to look like them,
And duplicate their ways;
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I feel so unseen in their gaze.
I wish I had a way to make,
Things work out in the end.
To make my form a better fit,
And no longer have to pretend;
But I fear my fate is as set,
As the very skin I reside.
Born too thin to weather on,
Or remain long by your side.
I blame myself for everything.
For being born unfit.
For being a burden to everyone,
And being too selfish to quit.
For wanting what I know is wrong;
Wanting what can not be.
I know I am a fool to wish,
For what will never be.
I’ve always wanted to be the one,
Who helps you live your dreams.
I hope one day you’ll forgive me,
When my skin rips at the seams.
Thank you for holding me so close.
For loving me anyway,
And maybe if I pray enough,
I can come back to you someday…
In another life. Another time.
Born the same as you,
With thicker skin and thicker blood,
And we’ll live our dreams, me and you.
I wish I had been born,
With the same type of skin.
I wish I knew how to live for you,
When I just don’t fit in.
In a life where I’m your burden,
And you’re my greatest sin.
K. Aldaya, 5/15/17
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