The wall you build sometimes
to keep people away
to not feel anything.
I stand on the other side
wondering if it is just for me?
I wait for it to disappear
but it only gets taller.
I wait there
with sweat and tears as my companion,
they nurture my soul like water does to the roots of a tree
and I wait with a hope that one day
I’ll grow taller than your wall.
an option, not a priority
it is a gift for always being there
a gift for never saying “no”.
not an outcast, but always at last
spending my life feeling not good enough
Best, but still a second choice
staying away from the limelight
Competition for attention
making plans that no one wants.
But, today Ill look at the bright side
I am the first choice