Dismissed thoughts

I don't have the sky over my head,
The land underneath fails to hold me.
I stagger between the best of both worlds
Too plain to be a human, too bold to be a spirit.
My creased skin sparkles under the magic dust,
But I wish I could get rid of it, my past aflictions!
I wish to see what I couldn't blinded by time,
I wish a whisper from the past could set me free.
I wish I could die slowly and yet all at once.
I wish against the wishes that life holds.
I wish I could rob the secrets of Pandora's box,
I wish I could sing sleeping beauty a little lullaby ,
I wish to tell the happy prince, it's okay, I see him cry!
I wish to tell everyone that it's okay to wear one's skin
That it's okay to be what you want to be
That being alive were a blessing enough
That the sky still smiles at them
That the ground is still theirs
That they still get the best of one world
That they are alive, that they are free
That they are everything that I failed to be.

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