Smile on her face,

Her long, dirty brown coloured hair falling down her shoulders,

As she walks around with her friends,

Not having a trouble in the world.

...

No mental troubles,

No attachment issues,

No worries at all,

Not one.

...

Her life at her fingertips,

No control over her at all,

No people to worry about her,

No reason to be worrying.

...

In my dreams,

I am always this person,

I am never this person I am being forced to be.

I’m always Delilah.

...

No need to escape from troubles,

No need to be someone they are not,

No need to be worried about their future,

No need at all.

...

It makes me feel even worse,

That I’m not this person.

...

I have attachment issues,

I have no control,

I have so much trouble,

And most of my friends don’t even like me.

...

So, why do I even try?

When everyday I am being forced to be a person,

A person that I don’t want to be.

A person who I wished never existed.

....

I would give up anything to be her.

I would give up my bestest friends.

I would give up all my online possessions.

I would even kill myself to be her.

...

I would call for some god to give me a chance to do this,

Then I realise,

That isn’t how life works.

And I may never be her, ever in my life.