The mirror

I wish she would smile more often.

That she was less sad and less blue.

I wish that she was less lonely.

And of course, by she, I mean you.

I wish you made better decisions.

That you knew how to say what you mean.

I wish you weren’t so impulsive.

And of course, by you, I mean me.

I wish they all didn’t hate me.

I wish they all wouldn’t yell.

I am so angry at me,

But by me do I mean myself?