my high school confession

When good things were other kids' things,

I put my pride into my loneliness.

When tears were only water,

And bruises were only skin and flesh,

I start looking away from them

Like how adults look at out-of-wedlock children.

As others were always ahead of me,

I was stuck in the same place again.

I had rushed many times to the finish line,

Yet the sun had always set before I could reach halfway.

Over and over again,

Like how good things weren't mine.

Now I look back, I'm still afraid of it,

Running in circles again.

A chuckle and a pair of moist eyes.

It's been a long way,

And longer it will be,

I thank you for the race you took again and again.

The you who forgot the taste of your tears before wiping them.