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Shine

 


I never understand it,
Why people are so afraid of letting me shine,
As if I stole something from them and made it mine.
They’d rather have me stay small,
Than proudly cheer when I stand tall.

I’ve seen this on repeat,
Ever since I was born,
As if I took something of theirs,
Snatched it and made my throne.

People won’t tell me things—
What if I win?
As if I was forcefully put in this skin.
I’ve rarely seen people truly appreciate me at all,
Yet I’ve seen them try to pull me down in a group,
But one-on-one, they’re trying to win my affection,
And then label me with duplicitous intentions.

They may be sad if I die,
But often make sure I never fully thrive.

So, I go on and hide,
Enjoying all my sides.

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