Sometimes I Wish

Sometimes I wish I had something that was mine
That I didn't have to share with others all the time
I don't mean possessions, or anything physical
More like people and moments and things metaphysical

Sometimes I wish I had somewhere to go
A place just for me, for my thoughts to grow
Somewhere with no interruptions or noises
To escape to, to think, to make hard choices

Sometimes I wish I could escape from people
And I wonder if it would be more peaceful
I wouldn't want to stay away long
Just enough to feel, on return, I belonged

Sometimes I wish I had a fast forward button
To skip a day, or five, or a dozen
Those times when you feel like a nothing, a dot
A nameless being, filling a slot

Sometimes I wish I was a better person
Who whined less about having so light a burden
Someone who didn't worry about looking fat
Or being ignored, left out and laughed at

Sometimes I wish I didn't feel this way
That being happy and cheerful was the way I could stay
But life just isn't that simple, is it?
Everyone, sometimes, feels like a misfit

Sometimes I wish it wasn't so cliche
To write a poem in shades of grey
An ode to an ego that's so second-hand
Written for people who won't understand