Wistful Thinking

I remember 
walking down the hall
getting bumped into
because I'm so small
I used to despise it
and now I miss it
crazy how one's
perspective 
can change

I find myself
drifting off
imagining I'm back
in my classroom
with my classmates
while my teacher
writes on the board
absorbing knowledge 
getting smart
and now I'm sitting
in my house
by myself

Feeling lonely
without people
surrounding me
I used to always want
to be alone
but now
I want to be
in a big crowd
with a group
of people

Hoping that 
this whole thing
ends soon
but knowing that
I hope in vain
and I will have to suffer
through this pain
but I still wish
I still dream
even though 
it's only
wistful thinking