Wishing

I am a fool.

I am always second.

My life fails me.

My morals fail me.

I wish for more.

 People have told me,
"Some day,
A girl is going to be
Extremely happy,
Because of you."

Why must it be someday?
Why can't it be now?
Why do I still hurt?
What goes around comes around,
Why do I still hurt?

I wish for stability.
My life is stuck on repeat.
I find someone special,
I care for them.
My heart is torn.

I wish for love.