Err,
Comparison;
Yes,
I am hurt;
Not that badly,
But I am hurt;
Why not to be?
After all it’s me;
It’s my personality,
My own identity;
So, what I am different,
At least I exist;
It’s really not easy…
To be called DB;
Then what?
If I am not chosen once;
But in my world,
I am a good one;
There’s a reason,
Behind what I am;
Not too shy,
not too cool;
But I have those vibes,
Like Old school;
Err, It hurts,
Don’t say that dude;
Others can be best,
But I am also not a fool;
I am not jealous,
I am not criticised;
But the matter is just,
I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;
Still, I covered that feeling
With a blush and slight fall of eyes;
Sense of Comparison
with
no comment
