Worth.

I wish that the times I spent whole years hating myself,
that I grew love as fast as I grew hair.

I wish that instead of spending so much time looking at the clouds and admiring them
that I spent more time looking in the mirror and measuring what I was really worth.

I wish that all of the time I spent high on my underachievement
that I had accepted hope as much as I had given it out.

We all have years we wish we could take back to the store,
hand the clerks our gift receipts,
none of us know what we're really worth.