I keep a journal of everytime I talk to you
-everytime I see your face-
and I cry
and I cry
I cry and I pray
to wake up and be you.
to open my eyes and be
beautiful.
You are my only wish.
Why can't you be true?
and the sad part is,
it can never be so.
not because I don't try.
not because I can't dream
and beg and plead- and want and NEED-
but...................... because it's FRAKING physically impossible and it wouldn't ever be right..... wouldn't EVER be BETTER....
I'll never be better.
will this sickness ever get better?
I don't think so.
because it's not a frakin' sickness.
it's not a disease or a disorder.
just a deformity.
my head doesn't quite match my body.
I never asked for this.
I look at him and I cry - sob - bawl- - -
envy. jealousy. wanting. longing. (crying)
(shh... it's a secret)
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