They told me I was something rare,
So bright, so gifted, beyond compare.
I doubted once, but soon believed,
Each word a net where I was weaved.
Their kindest words became a lie,
A fleeting truth that passed me by.
Their voices stirred my hope so strong,
Yet all along, their truth felt wrong.
Like an old oak leaning low,
My time would come, my roots let go.
They say “it’s small,” “you’ll heal, you’ll deal,”
But raw as it is, my feelings are real.
Sadness burns where hope once stayed,
A lively fire so quickly swayed.
They tell me “you’ll be fine someday,”
And maybe they’re right — but not today.
I had it easy, liked it that way,
But maybe it’s time for change to stay.
We never learn how to rise at all,
If we’ve never stumbled, if we never fall.
I’ve had never stumbled, never tried,
I was just coasting on the easy tide.
I knew I would soon struggle, and when that time came I longed for support,
Not a simple “chin up” sport.
“You’ll get the hang of it,” they say,
“It’s part of growing up — you’ll be okay.”
They call it drama, they call it phase,
But I still feel lost in trapped in a cage
When will they see, when will they say,
That I, too, get to feel this way?