Sometimes I wish

I was what I’m not.

I often daydream

About being different a lot.

I often think about what I could be

If I didn’t even try to strive

To be the person I want people to see.

What if I were toxic and rude?

Would some people like me more?

Or would I be negatively viewed?

If every other word

Was a curse from my mouth, 

Would I be noticed more?

Or would that destroy what I’m all about?

What if I were completely submissive?

And I did anything for anyone

And would only ever give in

Would people take advantage of me?

Would I let them do this?

Would people become controlling?

Would I be the one who never resists?

What if I were the one with no friends?

What if I hated people

Merely because I didn’t fit in.

What if I were different from others?

And I was that one weirdo,

Who sits alone during lunch,

Because the number of my friends was zero.

What if I hated my body?

And whenever I looked in the mirror

All I saw was low-quality.

What if I didn’t love myself?

And wondered when people walked by

What they thought of me

And wished I would die

I don’t think that I should ever change.

Because if I did,

My happiness might be taken away.

It takes time and reflection

To realize who you are.

And it's from my own personality

That I shouldn't stray afar.