As sickening as it is to think about.
I’m often caught wondering.
If I missed out.
Missed out on problems .
Missed out on reason.
I missed out on when things were bad.
I have nothing to cry about,
And yet I still weep.
I will probably grow up the most normal out of us five,
And yet I still act like my life is the worst.
Maybe.
Maybe if I had a reason.
I wouldn’t feel like I need to validate my own emotions.
I wouldn’t doubt my own pain.
But I have nothing to complain about.
So why do I feel like this?