I watch them move,
Like the world bends to their rhythm,
As if life itself flows through their veins.
Everything they do is effortless
The way they talk,
The way they laugh,
The way they follow their desires
Without hesitation,
Like they've always known the way forward.
For me, every word is a calculation,
Every step feels rehearsed,
Like I'm learning to walk
In a body that doesn't belong to me.
They speak as if they've never questioned themselves,
While I fumble for words,
Trying to remember how to exist
Without feeling out of place.
It's like they were given a map,
A guide to life I never received,
And I'm left wandering,
Grasping for something that should come naturally,
Like breathing or riding a bike.
But even those things
Feel foreign to me,
Like I'm missing something ingrained in them
That I'll never find.
I can feel the weight of it,
This difference,
Pressing down on me,
Crushing me with every passing day.
I wish it didn't matter.
I wish I didn't care.
But it's there, gnawing at me,
Making me wonder if I'll ever know
What it's like
To just be okay,
To feel like I belong
In the same effortless way
They do.
