Some days I wish I wasn’t me.
I wish I was Super Me, a superior form of my average human self.
One with super strength and super bravery and super intelligence.
Even a cape. The cape always brings it together.
I wish that I knew and felt how capable I am. How able I can be. How I am and always will be ok.
I wish I could break down walls with my bare hands. Smash through fires without being burned. Simmer down raging fist fights with just a single “hush” spoken from my lips.
Still wish I had a cape. One with powers to protect me from any harm be it physical or emotional. A green and blue cape if I must choose.
I wish I was better. Better at being brave and strong. Better at not taking things so personally and not being so fearful of confrontation.
I wish I wasn’t me.
I wish I was Super Me.