The garden that you're growing

                                           

you're looking in the mirror

and you don't like what you see.

You're nothing like the person

that by now you thought you'd be.

and the voices in your head

start telling you those lies

so now there's a tremor in your lip

and tears inside your eyes.

they tell you about the others

who are so much better than you

and you've heard it enough times

that you start to believe it's true:

 

that everything you've worked to be

and everything you've made

when put against another life

just all begin to fade.

but oh, you need to wipe your eyes

to see things as they are.

a life of your own making

should never be put on par.

and their grass just may be greener

but that is not worth knowing

for the greenest grass cannot compare

to the garden that you're growing.