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.