The Lonely Mew

Imagine being told all your life that you're Pikachu
when really you're the rarest like Mew.
That's what it's like being me.
That's what it's like living here.

But it's lonely.
I'm a lonely Mew
who was forced to choose
solitude as my friend.

I'm the one who gets willingly ignored,
gets willingly punished
and kicked like a dog
and then is blamed
when I cannot get up like
the kickers.

I try and I try to reclaim
my voice,
but I have no idea what that is.
Well, I do know...
But I don't trust it.

It's hard to think a well intentioned friend named Lenny
wasn't right
when he said I had a victim mentality
when I told him how I felt about
not feeling special.
Sigh. Does he really have a growth mindset
or do I?

It feels I cannot ever be right.

And it's lonely.
I'm a lonely Mew.