Have You Ever Thought...

That you had been comparing yourself to the wrong person all this time.

I had been so wrapped up and trusting in you, that i lost my ground. Sound familiar?
I took in everything you told me I should have been. Even when i could never be the same.

Have you ever thought that, maybe you had always been a free bird, while I am a prized bird in a golden cage. We don’t follow the same paths to reach the forest.

My point is, you and I, we are never the same. Just like Emma Pillsbury and Ken Tanaka in Glee, The Thong Song and I Could Have Danced All Night.

“I wanted to talk to you about your wedding mash-up. I’ve been working really hard on it and... I just can’t get those two songs to go together.”
“Yeah, that’s because they don’t. We both know that... They’re both good songs, though.”
“Great ones.”

Yes, great. We are the great ones, people might say. Each one to their own!

There’s been too much not in common between us and not enough understanding. I don’t want you the way you are now, but neither do I want you the way you have been changing lately. The same way you don’t want me.
Mum was right. Too many things we ignored, too many things we imagined about each other that could not work out.

“Finn’s a good guy. He loves me.”
“And you, too. Get out of my house.”
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“And you were so scared of what he would do if he found out you just pushed it aside like we do every bad feeling in this house. If you don’t talk about it, it doesn’t exist.”

Oh, boy. Funny the things we talk about. Politics, revolution. Big, renowned men. Dreams. But never a single word about accepting each one of us. Oh, sure, you talked about how our differences made life interesting. But what does it mean, when the next day you’re shoving it down my throat what I should be and what I should have done, all in your opinion.

“Now do not turn this on us. You are the disappointment here!”
“Why? Because I’m not a little girl anymore? Because I made a mistake?”
“Who are you? I don’t recognize you at all.”

Oh, yes. I don’t recognise you these days. And maybe, so do you. I’m a disappointment when I don’t keep up with your expectations, right? I used to think that, but not anymore. The prized bird is almost completely blinded when it tries to find its way to the jungle, alone. Sometimes, we’d pass each other along the way (“Welcome to the jungle!” , you’d say). But other times...

“Speaking of getting married, how’s that boy you’ve been dating?”
“Yeah. Yeah. He’s not, uh, pressuring you at all, is he?”
“No. No, he’s a gentleman.”

I wonder if i could ever say the same about you...
Have you ever thought... this all sounds so familiar with your life?

(all conversations taken from episodes of Glee, Season 1).