Just the way I am
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?