I wish I knew when not to speak,
That anger didn't make me this week.
If only I could be less sensitive;
I'd rather be not so intuitive.
I wish I knew how to fake a smile;
that I were not so docile once a while.
I wish being kind wasn't this sour
It'd have been good If I weren't such a pushover.
But sometimes I wish if I had a voice;
If I could live the life of my choice.
I wish I were so composed and calm,
Then again, why can't I be just the way I am?
