Left behind

 Would you adore to have a solution to your life
You think yearning is stupidity

That developing is fake
That one is enough as they are

It might seem like I am damaged
Because there's always something I work on

Not hoping someone will love me for who I am
When I can never stop growing

The world shows you again and again
How valuable you convince yourself you are

The carpet under you comes slipping out
The same carpet you painted red

Don't seem to have to prove anything
Born into royalty so to speak

I am the ridiculous having to prove myself
To seek and constantly find and refine

Improving must feel fake
You must be perfect as you are

Would you adore to have that certainty
Things are the way they are you say

When infact everything is always changing
People like you are left behind