I had a dream
Where I didn't have to wear glasses to see
Where my voice was lighter
My eyes bluer
And my skin clear and less freckled
I was popular and had lots of friends
Girls who've hurt me in real life
In my dream, I was liked
I didn't trip over my feet
Or sit alone at lunch
I didn't draw or write because I was lonely
When I woke up
My chest was heaving raggedy breaths
It wasn't a dream
But a nightmare
Because you loved me,
Not the popular girl with deep blue eyes,
And in my dream,
You did not exist.