i wonder
when they think about me,
do they only think about what i can offer?
when they talk about me,
do they only speak of the greatness i achieved?
when they see me,
do they only see the prizes i won?
’cause deep down i feel
i am still a little boy
who needs validation,
a nod to tell him it is okay
to be the opposite
of the man they think i need to be.
i am still a little boy
who’d be their perfect poster child,
but happened to spend most of his life
wearing a hat that squeezes his head,
dressing a shirt that hurts his heart.
a little boy afraid
to face the world facing him.
so he spent his time running, achieving,
and that’s what they only saw:
the good boy,
the one you tell your kids to be like.
turns out that good boy
is tired
of being that good.