I wish you could see that I’m a person too.

I wish you wouldn’t take me for granted.

I wish you understood that I HAVE FEELINGS.

I wish you didn’t take pictures of me.

I wish you knew that I hate myself.

I wish you knew that I hate my body image. 

I wish you knew that I overthink a lot.

I wish you didn’t care.

I wish you knew that the line above this is only half true.

I wish you would stop calling me emo.

I wish you would stop calling me a faggot.

I wish you knew that I care about you deeply.

I wish you knew I’m really sensitive.

I wish you would care about this poem.

I wish you would ask me if I’m ok.

I wish you would force me into telling you I’m not ok.

I wish you would care enough to listen to why.

I wish you would help me, not make it worse. 

I wish you would stop ignoring me.

I wish you weren't so nice to me. 

I wish you would just leave me alone.

I wish you would make this poem end.

But a poem doesn't truly end, it just stops moving.