Tracing thoughts which lead me back to the beginning.

Although I’m not able to say when it all did started, I’ll assume it was since the very right beginning.

Was it my ever first gulp of air?

Or my ever first step?

Did I fall too hard from that stairs?

Or is just simply because I’m the youngest?

Was I too over-protected?

Or was I just too coward?

Was it me?

Or was it the standards acquired?

Was it the piano lessons I never had?

Or the girly toys I was only allowed to wish?

Were my brother’s kicks too rough?

Or was just because he'd always let me win?

Was it me.

It has always been me.

.

.

.

.