You Have Spent My Whole Life Thinking, I Am Something, You Are Not
You looked at me with mirrors in your eyes,
Fractured by fear of what you could not be—
A quiet heart, a soul that never lies,
A hand that gathers stars from sorrow’s sea.
You saw in me the things you cast aside,
The gentleness you buried deep in stone,
A voice that sang while yours grew small with pride,
A love too bright to call entirely your own.
I wore no crown, I bore no holy light,
But still you bowed to something I became,
As though my silence robbed you of your right,
And my small joys put all your doubts to shame.
Yet I was born beneath the same pale sky—
What you denied in me, you might have sought.
You have spent my whole life wondering why
I am something, that you are not.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2025
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