Growing

How?

I sent kisses to the heavens and prayed for strength.

How does it feel to be lagging?

To be left behind, a residue?

To still not be enough?

To be the least competent one?

To fail at your own expertise?

For your own ego swiftly pull you down.

To make believe that you are the protagonist 

While you were just a supporting actor?

To believe the universe but it conspires against you?

How does it feel to be a cliché among originals?

To be naïve in a cunning world?

To be given everything just be left empty-handed?

To keep all your emotions in a filthy closet?

How does it feel to be at your own farewell party 

But no one says they are going to miss you?