I am dark blue, boastful, and dissatisfied. A useless color, sitting on a palette, but only used for
sadness.
But I wish I was deep green, sensitive and layered, adventurous. Simply used to show emotion, as if trying to say “look this is important”.
I am an 18-gon, complicated and confusing. With too many sides and angles, always wondering what part of myself I can trust.
But I wish I were a ray, going in the right direction, confident and wise.
I am a smash. Not pleasant and loud, blunt and talkative. Usually used to describe bad things.
But I wish I was a boom. An attention grabber, open and fun. A boom of adventure or a boom of fun, but never tempered like it’s unwanted counterpart.
I am a dog, mature, conservative and average. Only wanted as a friend or to help lead the facade of a ‘perfect’ and ‘picturesque’ life. Loyal, but never acknowledged, waiting for those loving pets and strokes that never come.
But I wish I was a cheetah. Fast and optimistic. Endangered, but surviving. Wanted and craved but elusive to most. Not only a predator, but respected.
I am mild salsa, boring and too old for my age. Average and wanted by only elders and kids.
I wish I was a ghost pepper. Spicy and thrilling. Always burning memories into peoples minds, and never leaving.
I am alternative, a “You look like you've been for breakfast. At the heartbreak hotel”. A bit lonely, but clever, and misunderstood.
But I wish I was rock, a “Sheena is a punk rocker” type of girl. Tough and not so elusive. Getting what I want, because I can get my point across.
I am an ottoman, wanted but never needed, the last resort when all chairs are filled.
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But I wish I was the couch. The sole piece of furniture that brings a family together, needed, and comfortable.
I am London’s St. Pancras, 2 minutes before departure. Crowded and stressed, always getting lost. But I wish I was a deserted beach. Calm and tranquil, never busy or rushed.
I am one of Jupiter’s many moons. Always orbiting something else. Having a life based on conformity, doing just what other’s do.
But I wish I was the sun. The all-mighty, the revolved around. That one thing that everyone needs to survive. Wanted.
I am a daisy. Common and boring, tough and treated like a child.
But I wish I was a Phalaenopsis. Stunning and classy, mature yet pure. Making people stop to look and think, “wow”.
I am winter. Cold and bitter. Sarcastic and argumentative.But I wish, oh how I wish I were summer. Warm and fun. Wanted by all and shunned by none.
But despite all that I am and I wish I were,

I am proud.