When I was so confused on what to do,
where were you?
When I was so **** broken,
where were you?
When I was so sad,
where were you?
I guess I was so **** independent
that you didn't see
I needed someone for me
who will say,
you'll be okay,
it will be fine,
life is just built that way
for you to learn
and adapt.
Well, good news,
i learn it that way...
So I was okay.
I grow up good
and well adapted...
Now that I've think about it,
nobody has really gone deeper
to my "I'm okay, I'm good.".
No one bothers really,
they take my silences
as fine I guess...
big sigh...
I wish I could say this to my family, that I'm struggling despite my happy persona. But really I could not tell them, I don't want them to worry.