Dec 25, 2025
I tried my best, it was never enough,
Every road I walked felt painfully rough.
There was always someone quicker, more sure,
While I stayed behind, unsure and obscure.
I failed, I fell, more times than I grew,
Watched others become what I never knew.
Now I sit with the quiet, not brave, not loud,
Wondering if silence is where I’m allowed.
Maybe I’m not meant to lead or be seen,
Maybe being mediocre is who I’ve always been.
If I’m good at one thing, one thing alone,
It’s learning how to be quiet
and carry it on my own.
