There’s something I want to confess,
Something I need to get off of my chest,
It’s, that all I ever wanted was to feel as good as the rest,
Not to feel greater, or worthier or even the best,
But just to feel on par with them, would make me feel blessed.
And to feel this way seems like it’s become my life’s quest,
To the point that I may well have become obsessed,
In trying to feel like I’m on par with the rest.
This seems to have unwittingly made life a contest,
And since it’s a competition I won’t win, I’ve become depressed,
But I’m bound by the fear of rejection to always invest,
In the pursuit of proving that I’m equal, and not less.
In this regard I’ve sacrificed much, but to no success.
In this pursuit I’ve pushed myself much, but made little progress.