The one of dreams

I saw a boy just yesterday

And his mother shared wish of her’s

That the boy like words any day

And not play games for years

Then my own mother shared a hope

That I like to play sports like he

And lessen my writing in a slope

If alone I would have fallen to my knee

The boy so thin and athletic

Would die of boredom in my shoes

His happiness seems to be authentic

While all I do is hide my blues

How do you think I feel to be compared

With a boy of health, happiness, and wealth?

While his own pride can’t be derailed

I hideaway and cry in stealth

I am so sad 

I cannot breath

I am so sad

I cannot see

I am so sad

I cannot cry

I am so sad

I cannot gasp or sigh

I am the person who does hug

I am so fragile I cannot cry

“I want to be the one to tug”

But you know you are too scared to try

I truly wish to be ideal

For I see my family suffering

While happy I cannot feel

When others are what their parents were dreaming