Don't you?

Don't you wish,

That everything was not solely about what is conspicuous?
That there was more to one's face than ugly, red outbursts?
That there was more to one's individuality than curves being in the wrong places?

I do. Don't you?
Don't you wish,

That their idea of beauty was not so superficial?
That their sources of happiness were not so shallow?
That your motivation could stem from their belief and not from their constant disapproval?

I do. Don't you?
Don't you wish,

That you could speak effortlessly amidst them?
That you could shut their judgmental stares out?
That you could express without the fear of being ridiculed?

I do. Don't you?
Don't you wish,

That your sense of morality was not so gray?
That you could rise and let rise above petty conflicts of opinion?
That you could take your decisions with a mind bereft of obligations?
That some day, you could make a transition from sacrifice to self-interest without being labelled selfish?

You could be that one exemplary, free bird in this zoo full of caged, exhibited creatures.
I wish I could.
Don't you?