me — Summary

m a c kContemplative

there are some things i want to see. there are some things i want for me.

i want change, in fact i could go as far as to say i need change because staying like this won't let me be the best version of myself

i want love. this never will be something i need this is something i want i want love because i need to be able to wake up with a smile and and think everything's okay

i want support, it's almost like it's something i live off is it a need if i want it more than air? i want someone to who i can tell all my worries and they do care

i want entertainment. and i know it's a petty request and there is lots more important than this but i want to be able to immerse myself in worlds i cannot dream of, dream on.

these are just some things i want. these are just some things i want for me.

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Written as a simple list of wishes, "me" is a speaker taking stock of what they want for themselves. The poem begins plainly, then moves through change, love, support and entertainment, each one given its own short stanza.

What makes it interesting is the speaker's argument with themselves over the difference between wanting and needing. They say they need change, yet insist love is only a want, then undercut that by describing love as the thing that lets them wake up smiling. Support is "almost like something I live off," so they ask whether wanting it more than air makes it a need. The line blurs the distinction the poem is trying to draw.

The mood is quiet, honest and a little vulnerable. The speaker sounds slightly apologetic about wanting entertainment, calling it "petty," but the wish to escape into worlds they can't imagine alone feels sincere. The repeated closing line, "for me," gives the ending a gentle sense of permission.

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