I may be empty
I may be lost
and I may be scared

of what's to come,
of what's happened
and of what is happening

sometimes I wish I could eat happily
sometimes I wish I had a map
sometimes I wish I'd stop trembling
whenever I had to face things
I didn't want to face

I wonder how many smiles I've given
that were as fake
as Made in China products

I wonder how many times I held out
instead of succumbing
to the weaker,
much fragile side of me

I wonder how many times
I gave me a reason
to love me

Maybe sometimes
I deserved that pat in the back too?