How come when I have something that makes me who I am
Someone always has to have something similar
Something only I been known to have
Out of the two of us
Up until that point
They’ve never spoke of it before
Almost like when I spoke of it, it opened a door
That said “come right on in.
Take a seat and I’ll start
Opening up to you
My soul and my heart
And pick what things you like
And pretend you have them too
Just so that you can seem better
Go ahead, pick and choose.”
The sign continues to say
“I’m someone unique
So any qualities you like
Just steal them from me
Then you’ll dilute yourself into
Believing that you have what I do
You’ll think you seem better than I do you.
It’s okay to be the same
I will now just go ahead and get out of your way
So you can pretend that you’re me.”
This sign seems to appear when I really don’t want it to show
It seems to draw in every creep that I’ve ever have known
These creeps seem to be those whom I once valued as friends
Now all it does is turn them into the upmost atrocious blends
Of abilities and qualities that I still attain
Yet now I seem less special to myself everyday
I no longer feel different
I barely enjoy being myself
They have taken everything I had
And now I feel left out
Somehow they’ve mocked who I am
Just by making known what they “have”
Making a big deal about it, whereas I never had
I kept it to only a special few
That I thought were deserving to know
What I felt was unique now only seem faded and old
If my ego was the only thing that was bruised by their choice
Then why, oh why, do I have less and less of a voice
Should I have not said anything?
Should have just stayed quiet my whole life
Tell me why do I feel they have befriended me with spite?
Should I go on pretending that they’ve never hurt me at all?
Or should I forget that they exist and carry this chain and ball?
poem by Fancy Khaos aka K. McCollum