To All The Tropes I Wanted To Write

IX

it was when my best friend won a contest that I realized
I believe in my best friend more than I believed in myself
She was the smart one, the pretty one, she had talents and goals
While I was just an empty hollow container of what I used to be
Silently tearing myself from the inside as I smiled at her
So when she entered a contest that, statistically speaking, I think (knew) she'd lose, I still supported her with all I had
But when she won, a trully fortunate turn of event
I know I could too
When you happen to be the last person someone picks when playing dodgeball
Or the dull pencil in the pencil case
Or that really ugly stuff toy at the end of the shelves at toy sector ons
You'll find yourself believing the voice in your head
Because how can you not when that voice was the only one to accompany you on dark nights
But when my best friend won against all odds
Against what people thought and what they had assume
I realized that I have a chance at life again
And maybe that's what everyone needs too
Because when comforting words and hollow statements aren't enough to help you feel better
You often sought in finding your own meanings
And I found mine
So it was when my best friend won a contest that I realized I can do it too
I can be just as beautiful, just as talented, just as smart, and just as humane as she is
If she can turn odds in her favor, I can too