i remember a girl in my class
one day she walked in with
a yellow bag
it had floral patterns and green vines
it was bright as morning
and with patchworks like spring
all had their eyes fixed on that sling

i spent that year dreaming
with my eyes fixated on that bag
all i wanted was to wear it just ONCE for a while
they say yellow stands for hope
but to me it whispered envy

i thought if i had it
my world would align
id glow bright and id shine
i thought people will like me as much as the bag

but soon i realised
it was never the bag
it was her,
not me
she wore it like it weighed nothing
as flawless as she seemed
but the bag was only her mirror and not her spark
spark was all hers and
that blinded me to DARK.