By Mac Guerreiro
Eye compare her,
Eye compare her to everyone,
Regardless of the fact that she’s incomparable,
So are they,
But eye compare them anyway,
Then eye tell myself it’s not okay,
Not because eye strive to be loving,
But as a punishment for doing the wrong thing,
Compassion isn’t even a thought,
Not until eye feel completely lost,
When is this going to shift?
When will the comparisons stop?
Or at least,
When will eye mostly not?
Can’t say eye have an answer,
But awareness is key right?
So maybe,
Slowly but surely,
Eye’ll start seeing my own unique light.
Mystical Mac 