Wishing for Fantasies

I am a faerie, fluttering wings

Beautiful face, speaking of things

Beyond the comprehension of your mind

I do not envy your kind

I am a nymph, rare maiden fair

Shimmering lips, lustrous hair

Living bound in wind, water, and wood

I'd charm every human, if only I could

I am an elf, sweet, tall, and slim

Following fancy on a whim

Laughing with joy at the folly of men

Philosophizing with all manner of fen

I am changeling child, tiny and cross

Fretful, ugly, sprung from fae moss

Exchanged for a babe both meek and pretty

But though I am lost, there's no need to be petty

I am a mermaid, slave to the sea

I have no soul; don't pity me

I am blessed with strong voice, but this song that I sing

Has me wishing for tears, which nothing will bring

I am a girl, lost in my dream

I wish for things that are more than they seem

I want to be something wondrous and sad

This dull, dreary life is all to be had.