I wished upon a star
to make me beautiful,
but I woke up in the morning
looking just the way I do.
I put myself together, wondering if wishes ever come true.
That morning, I smiled
at every stranger I saw
and of the things I got back
smiles weren’t all.
I grinned at the world; it looked back at me with awe.
That afternoon, I danced
in the middle of the street
and fell down, just so the man in the wheelchair
wouldn’t feel as weak.
I never felt happier before, while scraping my knees.
That night, I didn’t drink
and not a single cigarette
did I light up, for I was too drunk,
too high on happiness.
And for the first time in years, I slept without regret.
My wish had come true, for my soul had become pretty,
and that day I realized, mirrors are far too lifeless to recognize beauty.