Maybe it's the love they never showed,
or the way they never looked at me and smiled.
Maybe it's how they never picked me up when I fell,
or how they never praised my efforts.
I had always believed that if I tried,
maybe they will notice.
And I tried, and I strived
but received criticism instead.
They walked on red carpets,
holding their three eggs so tight,
deserting the fourth as if it were a calamity before them.
I learned to grow,
gripping the rope at the tougher end,
grew taller, spoke wiser-yet
I still yearn for the pain behind the scars.