The Girl Who Waited
I have waited my whole life
For better days to come
For buses, bells, and bathrooms
For the changing of lights
For the passing of storms
I wait for the sun to come up
And the sun to go down
For my favorite shows
After the commercials
I wait for friends to reply to a
Message, text or call
For my hair to grow
And finally start looking nice
I wait in countless lines
At the movies, at the mall
At theme parks I love
And doctors office I don’t
I wait for dinner to be ready
And our orders to come
For the seasons to change
And my brother to get home
I’m always waiting for the end
End of class, End of the day
End of winter, End of the year
End of the world
I wait for love
Because I believe that you have to
And happiness
Though sometime I don’t know it will come
I wait for the day
That I stop feeling so unstable
And for the world to stop
Its constant spinning
I wait for inspiration
But it comes only seldom
And I wait for beauty
Though I never have to long
I wait to become the person
That I want to be
That I’m supposed to be
That I know I am
I wait for the day that I stop waiting.
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