All I've every wanted to do was been seen.
I wanted to be popular, admired, loved. All the things I couldn't get at home.
Then it happend.
I was high off of success. People loved me. Or at least the me I showed the world.
Then it all started to fall apart.
I was more concerned with my image than my actions
I became cruel and absent in my friendships. I spent more time obsessing over likes and follows than my friend's feelings.
I pushed everyone away.
I didn't need anyone, I already made it without the help of anyone. I could do everything by myself. I had done everything by myself.
I was Icarus and I flew too close and too fast.
And just like him, I drowned.
I found myself lost and alone.
I pushed away anyone who I could have turned to, too concerned with likes and followers than my real friends.
I stopped wanting to be seen.
I deleted all my accounts and focused on rebuilding my friendships, and loving myself without the validation of empty likes and comments.
Some friends I never gained back.
I understand I feel no resentment, only pain at how I forgot some of my closest friends.
Now I am okay being in the background.
I only want to be admired by my friends. I found how to love myself. I am done trying to be seen my the world.
I am no longer an Icarus.
My feet are firmly planted on the ground, with my friends to ground me.