TARGET

I always have a target on my back,

Asked to shrink, to dim, to turn the lack.

When I shine, I see the frown — it’s clear,

"Can you hold back your victories, my dear?"

"Hey, don’t talk to him, please, I get so jealous,

When you laugh with the one who caught my eye, he’s precious."

Yeah, I’m not the one trying to steal anyone’s man,

I crave deeper talks, in truth, that’s my plan.

Behind my back, the plots will unfold,

I once thought they were real, but their hearts turned cold.

I compliment those who shine, with no agenda, just praise,

I believe in lifting others, not in petty games or praise.

Why would I take what belongs to another?

What’s theirs is theirs, I have no need to smother.

I was never trying to be "great"—you can quote me on that,

I’ve always wondered if maybe you’re better at that.

Still, you think I’d ever envy what you hold,

The boy who crushed my ego, yet I remain bold.

Please, stay with her, she’s lovely, I know,

Does she know you paraded her beauty to make me feel low?

If she makes you happy, why should I care?

I don’t rate people on shallow scales, I swear.

Each soul has a value, that much we should see,

I hope COVID taught you, they’re not just numbers to be.

And I’ll always remember your smile, your tears,

Not just your name, but the moments we shared here.

So label me how you like, judge all you want,

But I rise above, my worth they can’t taunt.