I wished upon a falling star

that the world would wake up and see me,

that someone would turn to me and say,

"I love you."

I wished on an eyelash

that someone would hug me close,

would kiss my forehead or cheek,

would tell me that I am special.

I wished on everything

that passed my vision,

that someday soon

someone would see me, for me.

That someone would realize who I really am,

would love me and cherish me,

and hold me close in the night

when I am afraid.

I wished that someone would look at me,

would listen to my hopes and dreams,

and instead of laughter

I'd hear loving words of encouragement.

I made my wishes,

which are a form of devilish enchantment,

promising things that I don't have,

just so someone will even look at me.

I wish everyday and every night,

dreaming dreams that never come true,

of someone, anyone, hugging me, loving me,

cherishing me, hoping for me, fighting for me, you.