I want to be something else,
Anything but me.
My life is so weary,
It is filled with misery.

A bird soaring through the sky,
Flying so gracefully free.
It must have a better life,
One so much greater than me.

Gazing out the window
Wondering how I can hate life this much,
Remembering I was always happy before,
How could I have changed so much?

There goes that bird again.
Hopping around as it sings.
I watch it and wish I could be it,
I wish I could fly away and feel
The wind whipping through my wings.

There is nothing I can do,
Except sit here and wish.
I want to be something else,
Anything but this.

 
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