I Am Not Myself

I wished to be a constellation
Everything under the sun
I found a loss of gravity
And I lost everyone

I wished to be a snow flake
A wish to dance in air
Dancing, I hit the ground
And didn’t want to be there

I wished to be a flower
To be beautiful with such ease
Not a word brought me down
But I was bent by the breeze

I wished to be a bird
To see many beautiful things
But I fell out of the sky
Because I had broken wings

I wished to be myself
At first, it felt too wrong
I continued on a path
To where I don’t belong