Finding Identity

Sometimes i look around,
And wish i wasn’t me,
If only i was her,
I would be happy.

Look at her life,
So perfect and sweet,
She’s spoiled rotten,
She seems to be elite.

If only i was her,
just for a day or two,
Imagine what a life I’d lead,
With riches and beauty too!

Then i looked some more,
at the people passing by,
imagining my life as theirs,
And then i began to sigh.

How come all these people,
their lives so different then mine,
How come only in their life,
Treasures i can find?

I wondered if it was true,
That if i switched my life,
That everything would be good again,
And there would be no strife?

Would it really help,
If i was her instead of me?
If maybe i was wealthy,
Or was all the things she could be?

And maybe, no one but ME,
Can lead the life I do!
’Cause only I am strong enough,
To live my whole life through!

So listen close, friends so dear,
Next time you want to switch,
Think about it one more time,
’Cause there’s just one small glitch.

Only you can live your life,
Just as she lives hers,
I can’t be you, and you can’t be me,
’Cause being you is what G‑d prefers!

I would really love to stay,
And talk all day, you see,
But now i really have to run,
And continue being me!