The first time I felt like
the center of attention
Was my own wedding
I have lived ages wondering
If truly something was wrong.
If it was my appearance,
The manner in which i speak,
The language that i use,
Or perhaps I was too shy.
I have never had so many
People eager to speak to me
Pulling me aside
Trying to grab my attention.
But as soon as I turn my head
They rush to greet her
They thank her for her time
They can’t let her get back to it
I had never felt so seen
Or loved on my wedding day
But that only reminded me
That I am the shadow
Behind the woman who birthed me.
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC
The first time I felt like
the center of attention
Was my own wedding
I have lived ages wondering
If truly something was wrong.
If it was my appearance,
The manner in which i speak,
The language that i use,
Or perhaps I was too shy.
I have never had so many
People eager to speak to me
Pulling me aside
Trying to grab my attention.
But as soon as I turn my head
They rush to greet her
They thank her for her time
They can’t let her get back to it
I had never felt so seen
Or loved on my wedding day
But that only reminded me
That I am the shadow
Behind the woman who birthed me.