• i wish i was a bird,
    so i could soar free.
    i wish i was strong,
    like bark off a tree.

    i wish i was a preditor,
    with a fierce roar.
    but the more i wish,
    i want these things even more.

    i want to be barbie,
    as perfect as can be.
    but if i was barbie,
    i wouldn't be me.

    i'd be dull, plastic.
    lifeless, fake.
    would this be a risk,
    really worth to take?

    everything i'd always wanted,
    to be accepted by all.
    i would be like superman,
    i would never fall.

    but things hold me back,
    i am just a puppet on a string.
    the more i want to get away,
    the shorter my strings seem.

    i want to escape it all,
    and never look back.
    but remeber im not barbie,
    and the things that can get me away,
    are all the things i lack.

    so now and forever,
    i will sit and wish.
    what it is like to be barbie,
    in a life of plastic bliss.