The Effects of Comparisons

Everyday am I not Judged or Compared?
Can I be acknowledged as Equal
Not as less than,
Not as good enough?
Is that too much to ask?
Do the words need to be Breathed?
Cannot Reality be hidden?
Unspoken?
Concealed?
Would it be Too much to spare a person's feelings,
Shield their Heart from an unavoidable concept that people feel must be grasped?
To be placed as less than shouldn't affect me
So why does it?
Is it not the truth?
Shouldn't it be accepted as so?
Why then, do I find trouble in accepting it?
Or have I already done so?
Is that where the tears come from?
From the realization of accepting?
Epiphany.
In a book it only occurs once
In reality though,
it occurs many times.
As many as you need to Fully Accept the cards you have been dealt.
To have the bravery to play that hand with overwhelming confidence.
So I shouldn't let these words continue to prosper in the depths of my heart.
However,
They manage to influence my Thoughts.
The thoughts of creating a finish line
To halt the Motion of my feet
Finish the race I was destined to lose.
On my Terms
No more competition
Seems like a happy way to end.
I still go home with a Trophy
Not as Big
Not as Shiny
But a Trophy, nonetheless
Signifying the Battle,
The unHealable scars, 
To stop competing is the only way to truly win
And Winning is...