There are days I wish I could be
someone, anyone, else.
If only so you would look at me
to see someone you would want
in your part of the world.
That wish lies at odds with my goals,
to be a woman who does not pretend.
Who does not make apologies,
for being herself.
While I suffer confidence issues,
I still yet wish to remain
truly and honestly,
the person I am.
Even if it means the affection,
the possible love burgeoning in my heart
goes unrequited.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017