Kobe!

“Kobe!” I yell as I make my final shot,
hoping I will make it in the basket that I sought.
It sails across the room, flying in a perfect arc,
then it drops a little early, right below my mark.
It bounces off the rim, landing on the ground,
making sure no one saw me, I quickly look around.
Everyone continued normally with their day,
as I got up and threw my paper ball away.
I sat back down in my comfy office chair,
with a slightly nagging feeling of disappointment and despair.
If only I were Kobe I would have made that shot,
if only I were better I’d be in a different spot.
If I could be like Bob, with his great personality,
or like Sarah with her unique originality.
If I could be like him or her,
I could be anything, whatever!
I would combine the best traits, the best qualities,
into a self with a variety of expertise!
Then I stopped and thought for a moment, very briefly,
what if someone had these thoughts about me?

Sometimes we try to be someone different, someone new,
but maybe there’s someone who wishes they could be like you.