I wish …
that people I care about are genuinely happy
that they give way but not give in
that they tolerate and be tolerated
that they learn to deserve better
that they be waited on and not wait for
that they carry themselves and not baggages (well)
When that is done, they can give me my presents–
answers to my questions
why I criticize everything
why I hate to mingle
why I can only love myself
why I value qualifications
why I never forget insults
why I am so bitter
and how did I become the monster I am today?
When that too is done, I will snuff out the candles and be peaceful again.
Heh, well, you are who you are. I think you'll be annoyed if anyone tries to psychoanalyse you.
You're not a monster. It's called being true to yourself and it takes a hell lot of guts to do that. Anyhow, your wishes for your friends are nice!