How do I live under your shadow?
How do I continue to thrive?
How do I have limits and boundaries?
How can I even survive?
Your shadow haunts my fucking hallways,
A place where you have never been.
Every wilderness trail, shop, corner store...
This is getting damn well obscene.
I'm tired of the measuring stick at my door step.
So sick of everyone's need to compare.
Such bullshit nothing can just be ours.
My heart hurts from my despair.
Your presence invades my space daily;
I wish you'd please just give us space.
Does he even see me
Or does he still just see your face?