Borders

They always wanted the best out of me. "You have to be the best at everything." When I fail, I was drowning in the sea. I never have the chance to spread my wings. People always compared me to a king Graceful, wise, caring, smart and talented but like everyone, I'm slowly dying. It feels like I'm a criminal wanted. For all the things I did, they commented. "Who do you think you are." "You are no one." This slowly makes my fragile heart damaged I tried to ignore them and tried to run. Stand up, fall, up again, cross the borders. Like my strong mom said, give yourself orders