It's Me

It's disappointing your father.
 
It's in the way that you put yourself out there like a closeline in a dustbowl.
 
It's being there for your best friend even if you aren't his.
 
It's being there when your mom breaks down because one of your sisters overdosed.
 
It's being yourself even when everyone calls you weird.  
 
It's sticking to your poetry even if your dad calls you gay for it.
 
It's having a first love even if you aren't hers.
 
It's making love for the first time because all those other girls were meaningless nights of sex.
 
It's not being the best man at your brothers wedding.
 
All because you are his, "best man for life"
 
It's your brother, the man you've tried so hard to emulate, calling you weird when you say you love him.
 
It's you being an ungrateful brat when your mother, the only person to ever accept you, is the one you take your frustrations out on.
 
It's never feeling good enough despite how hard you try.
 
It's not being good enough.
 
It's life.