If Wishes Were... Part 1

Where did I leave that bus ticket.
I can’t stay here any longer.
They just don’t understand me.
I wish mom didn’t die.
 

What should I do? Where can I go?
Maybe he won’t hit me this time.
If I show him how much I care, maybe he’ll change.
I wish I knew what to do.
 

Sports? What about sewing?
What about scrapbooks?
I wish they’d listen.
I wish they’d care about how I feel.
 

Dancing? But I want to be an architect
...a girl architect!
Buildings…big and wide and full of space
…my work…my designs!
I wish they were proud.
 

Wish they’d come.
What was wrong?
Which of us is wrong?
Don’t they love me? I guess not.

Yes…I know… I don’t know how to say it
without it sounding like a Hallmark card, but
thank you for loving me when no one else would.
I wish they did.

 

Aren’t these the same arms that carried him?
Aren’t these the same eyes that saw her play…
the same ears that heard them sing?
I wish they’d change their minds

 

Why doesn’t he want to be my friend anymore?
What did I do? Am I bad?
Is there something wrong with me?
I wish I knew..
 

Why, God? Is it my fault?
Why won’t he leave me alone?
I wish I were dead
 

Why, God? Is it my fault?
Why can’t she help me?
I wish I wasn’t going to die.
 

Why do you love me?
I just don’t know what it is…
if I did, I’d do it all the time.