We will never experience some things.
Never will have them.
Never—and that is the truth.
Even though they say,
"Dreams come true.
Just work for it.
Tomorrow might be it."
But reality is far different than dreams
The reality is
Some dreams…
just don't come true.
How shamefully hopeful we still are
We can't say it aloud—
that it isn't in my fate.
It is just how much hopeful we are
That if fate even exists
Let my future have my dream
Please
A wish...
I wish...
just for once
Even for pretend
I can enjoy it
Taste it
What that feeling might be?
But we know—
We will always be that one child
watching from afar,
wondering why they hate
the fate we did give anything for.
Why not me?
My dear God.
We?
We did die just to live less than a day in it.
No one can understand
The worth we have for it
The sadness in me
Has come to terms with it
And I hate myself
For accepting it, my reality.