" To be loved is to be seen "
how do I find the love I am incapable of finding in myself
I believe in being enough, still I stay incomplete
sufficient, and adequate until the standards are raised,
I am permanently in second place.
the sideline, sidekick, background character, my value falls so short, I kneel next to winners
skill, determination, capability, and still lacking the talent
if the world was even rounder I'd be the biggest disappointment
If I wasn't who I am I could be the hand of gods
unless my insignificance would over weigh the odds
my mind holds the weight that my body cannot carry
the pressure it pushes down is the force my heart will bury
the drive of an olympian, the ideas of an artist, the perception of a poet, in the body of a realist
The love I discover is 6 ft hidden under dreams
through all the buried ambitions, once or twice it shines and gleams
it remains beneath the surface of the failures left unseen
waiting praying crying begging desperate it screams.
" To be loved is to be seen "