On Growing….

I don’t celebrate my successes because I’m always afraid that failure is lurking just around the bend.

I don’t reveal anything because I’m always afraid I haven’t done enough to measure your conquest.

I apologize for my existence because I’ve always been made to feel that my presence is an annoyance at best.

I stay quiet because I fear my voice is just an interruption without jest.

No need to smile, it seems to attract enmity.

I wasn’t taught that humility required humiliation but inevitably they are one creed.

I was taught that vanity is a sin born of pride but without them, invisibility defines infinity.

I don’t seem to know joy but I find joy in being me.

So I wander. In silence, leaving the glimpse of what love could have been.

So I whisper in defiance, cause one day love might help me learn to be a friend.