I wish I knew
how to be kinder,
to be softer with my touch
instead of staining every art piece
I come in contact with.
I wish I knew
how to laugh
on the tallest amusement ride
instead of screaming at every twist.
I wish I knew
how to be the roses
people stop by to smell
instead of thorns that prick their fingers.
I wish I knew
how to feel pretty,
to be beautiful,
without wishing I was more
than everything God has made me be.
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