Sometimes, I wish I could be better.

I long to be.

I wish I was like everyone else.

I want to be good. But sometimes I am just not.

I wish whenever someone tiptoes up to me to tell me I am a good person, I don’t immediately think, Oops…I hope they don’t work it out.
I hope no one can see that I am a fraud, a jinx, a silly little imp inside, with games to play and responsibilities to dodge.

That sometimes I like to just flit about town with a wink and a smile and see what the day brings.

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