I know it’s not entirely my fault, all these things that happened to me but, still.
I wish I stayed in the playground a little longer, talked to kids my age more.
I wish I didn’t have to force myself to grow up so fast.
I wish I let myself have fun out of sheer want instead of doing it just to spite someone in a fit of anger.
I wish I didn’t have to be brave all the time.
I wish I let myself be afraid, and not feel weak for it.
But most of all, more than anything, I wish I was kinder to myself.
Because I know the world doesn’t bow to anyone. I can’t wish for it to be kinder to me.
I wish I was.