In my dreams, I am normal.
I can run as hard and as far as I want, suddenly, and without a second thought. My hair follows my moves and whips about in the wind. My skin is clear and not jewelry, kisses, or even water harms it.
And then I wake up from these dreams, and see that most of my body is covered in horribly itchy scabs, scales, scars, and other such ugly marks; my skin is on fire. I see that there's a breathing mask strapped to my face. Sometimes just cleaning my room can put me out of commission. I see that my hair stubbornly stands on end on its own. Why doesn't its own weight hold it down?
What did I do wrong to deserve this? Is it wrong to want to be normal? Some days I want to sleep forever just so I can have my illusion because I hate what I deal with when I wake up. Why am I so afflicted when there are other people who don't have my problems?
I'm so ugly.