Sometimes I ask myself, "Who are you?
Do you know where you truly belong?
Why can’t you shine as brightly as others do?
Why aren’t you as beautiful as your mom?
Why do you forget where you came from?
You can barely walk, yet you want to run.
If this darkness never fades, why do you still long for the sun?
Why reach for the sky when you’ve never learned to fly?
Why try to bring joy to others when your own world feels so dry?
I don’t know the right answers,
But I want to read every chapter.
I don’t know if I will ever shine,
But I will try my best to make the impossible mine.