Am I needed here, on this planet?
I question myself this every morning, every night.
I then see my mom and dad, their silly jokes and big smiles,
my sister on a call missing out on all of this fun, saying how badly she wants to join us, and I think to myself,
Why am I sad? Is it because I'm mad, or me just being paranoid on things that are bad,
I feel depressed. Am I depressed?
I don't get it, it's too complicated. It's confusing.
It's noisy, then it's all silent.
Its okay. It is going to be alright.

I'm gonna be worth it.