Platic Surgery (Poem)

You think it but you don't say it...
I wish I had her hair
Her body
Her eyes
Her lips
I wish I were her
or maybe her...
Or maybe them both together...
Why wasn't I blessed with the "perks"?
How come they have it and I don't?
Why are they happy and I'm not?
Why curse me and not them?

Strip away my fake smile
Stomp on my supposed confidence
Give me her hair...
Her eyes....
Her lips...
Her body...
and her confidence
Then maybe just maybe I'll be able to smile and say yes..I'm happy to be me

Give to me what you gave to them.
Make me the one...
Bring in the plastic and wrap me mind body and soul.
Wait a few weeks...
Unwrap me
And look in awe as I smile and say...I'm happy to be me.
Well...I'm happy to be THEM....

Written on 12.24.08