Story and art by P. L. Cobb
In honour of those who have fallen to outside opinions:
For every time someone was ‘surprised’ at your success,
For every time someone was ‘surprised’ by something new you tried.
Why are they surprised?
Is it true that they don’t know you very much?
What am I saying?
I’m talking about a rusty old cage-the one they stick you in every day,
When they say to themselves: you can’t do that.
“I know you better than you know yourself.”
“I know your body.”
(And other gut-wrenching things.)
It makes you wonder: if they know so little about you and your own potential,
What don’t they know about themselves?
(Get where I’m going with this? What’s lurking beneath that ‘friendly’ face?)