Body swap in the midst of an Undersea storm.

I wish that I could be in someone else's shoes for once.

Society calls us the most grotesque things,

and then expects us to see ourselves as perfect.

I wish that I could be the one person that you thought was perfect.

That one girl that you thought was pretty,

but you didn't have the balls to talk to.

The one that you would see next to you, that you were close to. 

The girl who you wouldn't be embarrassed to talk to in public to.

A person that wouldn't have to detatch herself from you 

because you would care enough to not hurt her. 

I understand that I'm not her no matter how much I wish I was. 

I know that I'm just the girl that you write to late at night.

The one who you wonder what happened to because 

you spent your time thinking that everything was fine.

The one that understands how you feel as your friend,

and will give you the comfort you need.

I'll see you in the crowded corridors in and out of my mind

from the corners of my eyes, 

and I have to pretend that you're not there.

This is the only good part about being transparently visible. 

That one fish you spot in a pond amongst everything else. 

You see scales for one mere moment, 

and you look away for one second, 

but by the time you get the colors in your head, 

the fish is gone to not be seen again.

If I could just be someone else, anyone else, for just one day,

I'd be fine.

No longer or shorter. 

Pipe dreams are never smoked no matter how concentrated they are.

I'd rather be that fish even, 

but I'd close my eyes or cut them out so they couldn't see you or anything else.

No one to ask me the questions that are too painful to answer. 

I'm sure she was a pretty koi, with scales ginger as flames.

Eyes of emeralds and a heart of gold. 

And I'm sure all you see in me are scales of silver, pretty but not the best.

Eyes of the deepest copper, fine, but ordinary.

I'm sure you can swim upon the waves without looking for me anymore.

I'll struggle through the tides with the scars in my fins 

and the air caught in my gills. 

The benefits of being a fish that no one cares to classify with a name.

I won't be known like a koi.

You won't look at me out of curiosity.

I can't avoid your eyes, but sometimes, 

when the sun shines upon my scales,

the glare blinds you the other way.

Or you feel the gush of water from my fins as I push you away and go off

in the other direction.

If I swim slow enough, maybe you won't care about my absence.

After all, no one cares about the poor little tetras

until they appear to get eaten by someting bigger. 

I won't say that I'm fully digested, because I'm not. 

But I hope saying it won't be necessary because I hope that the bubbles cloud you

and you believe it anyway. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace