You - and everyone else,
You're always saying that I'm
Nice,
and Smart,
and Good.
That I do the right thing, always. That I'm effortlessly selfless, constantly. That I'm a good person.
And I always shake my head. Say, 'Thank you,' but 'No, I'm really not.'
"You're being modest," always what I get.
Never thought I was being honest, did you?
And now, now you know.
That I'm a coward; too afraid to stand by your side.
Ever wonder why I stayed in the background?
Back with the shadows, safe, hidden from view, refusing the spotlight?
Well, now you know why.
I'm not brave, like you.
I can tell what's right, and what's not,
I can feel my oxygen slowly being siphoned off, the longer I wait,
I can make the right thing happen, eventually,
But not like you.
You, with your emotions,
and recklessness,
With your utter confidence in yourself,
and instant reactions,
You're brilliant, like that.
But so, so not me.
By tomorrow, of course, I'll have something figured out.
I'll talk to all the people who I'll need to back me up.
I'll think out every possible scenario, figure out every answer.
I'll wear my mask, so no helplessness, no desperation, seeps out.
Where you failed with pure emotion, I'll use cold, hard, logic.
And I'll succeed, and tell no one what I did.
That doesn't change the fact, that I faded into the shadows,
and let you stand there alone.
I waited, of course, but not close by enough for anyone not looking,
to see.
And now you know, who I am.
Bet you expected me to stand with you - too bad I let you down, too bad, I always will.
Good thing, well, now you know.
