Mommy, I wish I had wings.
Wish I could fly away from my pain,
from myself,
from the ghost that looks back at me
when I look in the mirror.
I wish I could soar so high
that no blue days would exist.
Only blue skies,
reminding me that I still could find
some happiness
someday,
somewhere.
I wish I had wings, mommy…
Why can’t I be a bird?
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