“Keep trying,” they said.
“You’re really good,” they said.
If I’m so good, then why do I keep getting passed over? Huh?
I know, I know. Not everyone can win. Not everyone can be the best.
Then stop telling me how good I am.
I am good at helping others do what they want.
Get what they want.
You think I’m blind.
You think I don’t see.
It’s all lip service. I’m not good. I don’t belong with the others.
It’s always been that way.
But I didn’t want to think that. I didn’t want to see.
Why can’t I be blind? Why must I see the truth behind the lies!
I would quit, but I have nothing to quit.
How can one quit what is a part of them? Inside of them?
I suppose I can cut it out. Like a jigsaw puzzle.
Yes, that is what I will do. Become a puzzle.
Take out a piece, and throw it away.
But which shall it be?
Which piece does not belong?
This was inspired by FOWC with Fandango – belong