When I was a kid it was hard to get along with others

Probably because I was afraid of what others thought about me

Being judged and spoken to

I learned it at a very young age

All the eyes were on me

The spotlight

Waiting for me to talk about something

But if I used the wrong choice of words

I would be not liked

I couldn’t like myself for who I was

And a part of me was kept away like this for so long

The idea of being popular

In the big crowd

It looks like it was a sense of belonging

I wanted to be popular so bad

Walk with the crowds and joining in

But I never made it to those crowds

And it’s probably better that way

Learning that I can’t be popular

Taught me I belonged somewhere else

Someplace I can be myself in

That I didn’t need to fake

So then I didn’t want to be popular anymore

And I felt it’s enough to just belong there

In my small group where I know who I am is in