Rachel's p.o.v
Invincible but vincible,
Angels sing your praises
while I am hanging on to
a rope. Sorrow chokes me
and I reach the end of my
rope unable to hold on to
hope. You are more popular
than me, this truth gives birth
to my jealously. Reluctantly,
I sacrifice my time in the sun
for you. I hide my frailty behind
my smile. The real me is hiding
underneath my skin broken from
within. As pure as water but to
small to matter, my dreams die.
I don't understand why I wasn't
born to be like you. You don't
know jealously is killing me because
I celebrate your victories. I am numb
to my insecurities every time that I am
in your presence. I am amazed at your
ability to reach out to me during times
when all I want to do is to remain invincible
and stay in love with my misery. I desire
to be like you shining like a star underneath
the spotlight, but I know I belong to me. I
know your popularity will not last forever so
I shouldn't waste my life complaining. I know
God will bless me because I have blessed your
life.