Her eyes were those of stars
Her smile, that one hopeful smile
That girl people always seem to pine over
The girl in the fairytales
She was magic
But I wasn't
Nobody would think I was
Nobody will write about me
Not in songs
Or poems
Or great works of literature
I won't even get a tragic ending
Much less a happy one
For no one cares enough for that
Because I'm too accidentally dumb
Or purposefully mean
Hiding any majesty for fear it's just as dull
Wasting anything memorable by being myself
No one will die thinking of me
Or live trying to forget me
They have simply already forgotten
I'm not a fairytale but god I wish I were
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem