Every step I take is a trigger
To remind me of your casual movements,
How you smiled with self assurance,
Confident to not be doing anything wrong.
Yet, you failed to ever notice it.
Because you shone ever so brightly
I was stuck in the shadows all along.
Still, you keep telling me to lighten up.
I’m still thinking of you – as always.
But tell me… have you ever thought of me?
That it crushed me, to never be good enough
Because I’m not doing things like you?
Every thought of you is a trigger
To remind me of how I won’t ever be.
Although, I’m going to be a disappointment…
I won’t ever become who you want me to be.
I wish for everyone to be proud of who they are.
It’s not about talking and promising individuality.
It’s about living it.