3.8 Centimeters

I will never be good enough for you

At the first line of this, most people think this is gonna be about

An ex significant other

Or someone who I wish I could be with

But it's not

This is about seeing nothing but

Disappointment and anger burn crimson in

The eyes of the person who was meant to raise me to do

Great things

Raise me to conquer this life that I've been given

Raise me to be the very best I can be at

Whatever it is I love doing

But

Instead he raised me to hate what I create with 

My hands and my heart

To get used to the 10 ton weight on my chest

And that crying to relieve the pressure would mean

I'm weak

To take on failure as my #1 fear

And then get a rush from telling me that

I will never succeed

He likes to tell me that I am awful at doing the things that

Make me happy

Should I quit then?

Because if I quit every time someone told me I was bad at something-

Something that makes each of my steps a little lighter

And my head a little clearer

Then I would've quit a thousand times over

And each of those times would've been because of you

But guess what?

I paint mountains and trees that bring people to peace

And I write poems that bring people to careful contemplation

And I write and play songs that bring people to tears of sadness and joy

I am the Moon

And I may appear small in comparison to you

But I shift your tides

My pull slows your rotation  ever so slightly

But the energy you lose from taking the time to tell me

I only screw things up

I get exactly 3.8 centimeters further from you