I stayed because leaving felt worse

I had nothing to give. Absolutely nothing to offer. I had no use. Or so it felt. I mean, my absence wouldn't make a difference, Except for a few wishes That would leave their tongues And never make it to their hands. So tell me, Why did I still stay? It was clear I didn't belong there, Yet I clung on Like belonging was something I could force into existence. I never once left, Though the thought of leaving Hunted me like a daydream. And I will never leave, Even when everything around me Points fingers and says I should. Because leaving means starting over. Leaving means forgetting Who I was before. Leaving means choosing again. And who told ya I would choose better? Leaving means CHANGE. And I can't bear it. I can't bear the stares That come with starting afresh. I can't bear lowering my head While explaining why I'm back in my peers' past. So I stayed. Not because it stopped hurting. Not because I suddenly belonged. But because, somehow, Leaving Feels worse. 😔 Hinny 🖤✨