The Only Thing

The only thing that I would do,

Is change myself a little.

A little braver,

A little stronger,

A little more like you.

A little smarter,

A little kinder,

Only a little of each will do.

A little cuter,

A little happier,

Whatever you can spare.

Please somebody, who ever is listening

Take a chance to dare.

Give me one or two of these,

And I’ll live on quite well.

Give me something to make me better,

But promise not to tell.

The shame of what I have become,

Lacking what I need,

Is far too much for me to bear,

So look down and hear me plead.

But, why not change ALL of me,

For someone I can’t see.

When everyday I send along,

This one unanswered plea.

I do not care to be

More brave, strong, smart, or kind.

For everyone who cannot see me,

Certainly is blind.

For I am all these things I want,

Without having to kneel.

Beyond the ringing bells and books,

I have not struck a deal

With any higher power yet,

For I am satisfied.

I’ll take my time and live my life

And at the end, may have cried.

But at least for now I can say,

I’ve lived my life for me,

I’ve done what I can truly love

And not for someone,

I can’t see.