Do not put me on a pedestal
nothing in that little space is real
there, all my sins and all my virtues
shine bright depending on the viewer’s eyes.
It is lonely at the top
separated from humanity’s pulse
while longing for a kindred heart
to toast victories, to mourn failures.
No, do not hold me up high
for others to emulate
then hold me responsible
for their mistakes.
I am no queen nor goddess
I don’t need the scrutiny
I am work in progress
Give me room to be.
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