but they left, 

they said I'm one of them,

but they took my heart,

theft.

I want to be them,

They seem perfect,

amazing, 

I can't help but resent.

I wish I could be present,

like they're all the time,

but my eyes fog over,

my mouth heavy,

I cry.

I want to love like them, 

relentless,

unending,

but i can't, 

doubt floods me,

overcomes me,

makes me want to fade into eternity.

I want to be free like them,

glide through time,

with no reason,

no rhyme.

I want to touch the sky like them,

but my arms are too short,

and I'm pudgy,

like sludge in a lake.

I'll never be them,

and it's okay,

Well,

 I think it is,

It's something I miss,

blending in,

sticking out,

making a mess, 

walking about, 

I hold my doubt.

Maybe I don't need to be like them, 

being myself is unlike them,

we're all humans at heart,

maybe,

 just maybe,

 We could've seen it from the start.

4/10/25