I wished to be held like a prized possession.

Isolated.

Away.

Too perfect to touch.

And I wanted to be at the top of the podium.

Second,

And third,

Too far away to compare.

And I wanted the whole world,

My friends

And family

To revolve around me like I was the earth…

Needed to nurture.

Needed to give.

But my talents and egoism

Were no use in the real world.

And others left me

When I kept choosing myself.

I wanted to be the main attraction of the gallery.

And the only way I could be it,

Was if I was in the gallery alone.