Who is he now?

Well-read

Well-traveled

Well-off

Well above and beyond

The humble roots he came from

Ambition hidden behind nonchalance

Jealousy masked by criticism

Too young to realize that

His rejection of society

Was him protesting

Too much

Who was I?

Melancholy and cynical

Crestfallen

And broken

Because I was

As always,

My own saboteur

Sitting on the sidelines

Waiting to be seen

Too little

Too late

Who would we have been

If Fate had other plans?

I am the mediocrity

He so desperately

Clawed above

He left me behind

Long ago

So why have I

Apparently

Not let go?

Why does this scar,

Of all the scars

And wounds

That have

Hurt and healed,

Still burn?

Who am I now?

Well-behaved

Well-intended

Well-aware that

Maybe I'm not so different

From that girl

20 years ago

Maybe all the work I've done

Has just been

One step forward

Two steps back

Maybe I'm still waiting

Waiting for him

To realize he hasn't changed either

From the boy he was then

And that what he

Pushed away

Really was

What he wanted most

But now

It would be him who is

Too little

Too late