When I wish I wasn’t me

When I wish I wasn’t me
When I wish I was someone else
I find it hard to remember why I should like me as myself 
The mirror looks pathetic 
The mind is less than kind
All is me is hard to see beneath that which I find
So silently I ponder 
So I wish myself away
I sit like this in static bliss ‘til night turns bright as day
But this is who I be
But me is who I am
All I give shouldn’t try to dig me underneath this land

Tomos James


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