One of Many
The world doesn’t revolve around me,
I’m a speck
In a very big picture,
Insignificant in more ways than I can think of
But I matter all the same.
The world doesn’t revolve around me,
I’m a credit
In someone else’s movie,
I have little to no screen time, truly
But I’m a star in my own.
The world doesn’t revolve around me,
I’m one of many
Unlearning generational trauma
So, they can be better for their kids,
Talking themselves up in the mirror
So, they can be more confident
In their decisions
Like realising that they haven’t even started healing
Or given enough thought to their goals.
I’m one of many
Paving their way through the crowd
Just so they can find a seat to sit down
And just breathe on their own.
I’m one of many
Tired of seeing the short days
Feeling the longer nights.
I’m one of many
Sitting at the bus stop
Falling asleep on the train
Overthinking about life,
I’m one of many.
