The Cry of One in a World of Many

shattered, but I will not admit defeat. “i can do it,” i say but the statistics sneer in silence. “i just need to try my hardest,” i cry but there's always someone giving more. “how did she do it?” i ask but she's looking for answers, too. is anybody noticing me? my effort? instead of trying again, i let hope swirl away in defeat ? why can't I be different. in the past 14 years, 4 months, and 28 days i have tried everything/done nothing. time went too fast/flew by/i made another excuse/my watch didn’t stop ticking so i try to forget–and i try to push the thought away. i turn around–only to face what i cannot escape and in the spotlight stands She. She has achieved everything possible/no rock left unturned. her shelves gleam with trophies and her name echoes in applause. She’s their first choice; and i’m still searching for a chance. friends surround her, and once someone said to her “your hair is so pretty, i wish i had hair like yours.” and of course, her hair is ravishing (is my hair too frizzy to be wished for?) because She accomplishes her dreams/?She has got everything while my dreams are her accomplishments/i have got nothing maybe she got lucky/i wasn't good enough but i try not to think of it because ‘She’ is not me (another excuse to stop trying) i want to be heard. in a suffocating sea of 9 billion voices who feels the ripple of one? swimming against a current in which only a few are noticed. longing for a soul to listen i sit watching the suffocating sea. of course, i have a voice but it may not be strong enough for the rest to hear. if i could just be seen. "you are special,” a yearning sea fish whispers to her kin. kin, wide-eyed and dreaming of things beyond the dark aching sea: grow. certainly her children believing in their shimmering scales, grow up boundless in their belief of being ‘one of a kind’. but a reflection here, a twin there, comes the quiet, shrill feeling. “i blend into the rest.” as the gleaming pond was filled with countless other shimmering scales– the fishes stopped to dream recognize the unique value each of us brings. voices will be heard people will be seen know that in this world of ours, you are not just the cry of one in a world of many.