Wish

Sometimes I wish people could see me.

Sometimes they just cross right through me.

Its as if I'm not there,

They don't seem to care.

I wish upon a star.

I want people to know I can go far.

I wish they knew I was worth there time,

so maybe they wouldn't treat me like I committed a crime.

But instead they see me on the outside,

They don't don't see what's going on in my head.

They wonder why my eyes are red.

Makes me wonder I they have ever had to cry.

It would seem I do so a lot,

so they make fun and call me a twat.

I wish I could find a way,

to make it so they don't make fun of me and call me gay.

They wonder why I cry,

theyre the ones who make me want to die.

Instead of slitting my wrists,

I write this poem in which makes my mind rest.