To The Girl In The Back Row
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Dear past, forgotten, former self:
To believe that you are with me
And I am in you is absorb
For how could I ever be the girl you claim to be?
How could I have wished to be seen
From behind her shadow, his intelligence, her reputation?
Wished to be heard
From above his wants, her needs, his desires?
I had to sit for far too long
Behind the locked doors, shackled bars, dark corners
I've had to stand quiet
As you bared the unkind glances and words
But no more can I sit idle
No more can I stay locked away
When I see the girl in the back row
And I know she has something to say
Dear former, forgotten, past self:
I've out shined her shadow
Surpassed his intelligence
Built up my own reputation
I've reclaimed my wants
Stated my needs
And lived out my desires
No more have I lived to satisfy others expectations
No more have I compared myself to others
Because at the end of the day
I have to want my own
I have to look out for the girl in the back row
And know that shes not in this alone