I cry for myself sometimes

For not appreciating myself

For not living in the world

Others live in.

For not being enough

For not being able to

Keep in touch with reality

Everyday.

I shed tears

No one notice

My heartache

But still, look strong

What would I be like when I grew up?

Is this the life I want for myself?

Why don’t the ones who

Don’t appreciate my love

When they cry for it

I’m always willing to give them

But when it’s my turn, they turn away

I’m so hurt, I’m so bruised

Still, I smile