I feel the way you doubt yourself, I see it when you look at me with them glassy green eyes. The potential I see in you is masked by what you see in the mirror, holding yourself back from reaching for the stars.
I hear the pain in your voice when you tell me you’re happy with your life, if that was the truth you would be able to look me in the eyes.
The heights you could reach if you fought off what was tying you down, the confidence you could gain from being yellow and not black.
know your worth before you lose any good opportunity to grow.