I wish I could smile
without feeling like a liar.
My lips do not shape the half crescent moon you see in the array of stars,
without a treacherous amount of convincing.
A mixture of guilt and regret brew,
curling my mouth into a heartless abyss
that can never be genuine.
I wish I could be proud of my accomplishments,
rather than loath myself for everything i am not.
I wish my heart would pulse pride through my veins every time i breath,
Because breathing is a sign of life,
A signification that I am still here today.
That is something to be proud of.
I wish I could see that i am,
the truth within the definition of success.
I would trade all my possessions,
and everything I have ever been,
for an un-cracked mirror if acceptance.
I wish I could understand,
that I am my own definition of beautiful.