He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.
Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.
He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.
So everyday no matter what the age or year,
“I” keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.
For those who struggle,
For those who try,
It’s okay to cry.
But never let this feeling die.
Never let it be the reason why you hide.
Keep it implanted in your mind.
Because one day your future will unwind
As a bright light shines.
And you can finally say,
“I did alright.”
The world is different for you and I.
From harsh conditions to the war’s front lines.
But some how everyone continues to live their lives.
As if nothing to them abides.
Because where they live is also where they hide.
And where they hide, curiosity dies.
But where does all of that come to mind?
And how about those who have so many thoughts in their mind?
Because they have already experienced and seen the different types of lives.
But in the end, the world will still be different.
Both Yours and Mine.
I tried to help.
Tried to be the person you wanted him to be.
But in the end I guess I will be making my leave.
Because no matter how much it hurts, I will always have my own sleeve.
I’m not sad.
Just a little lonely…
But also happy.
Happy to see that as I leave, you will have that sense of relief.
Knowing that all this time you have hurt me.
But because of this, I can finally say a proper good bye.
To the person that I thought of all the time.
No matter how lost we are, you still find a way.
Even when I give up hope, you still decide to stay.
Is there even a way to explain?
Explain the amount of pain that I put you through every single day.
The type of pain that stays on you forever not as a scar but as a stain.
Never hearing a single complaint.
But just a smile and a “How was your day.”
Because of this, how will I be able to find a way.
A way to get past my pain.
So that I can finally help you.
And this time, ask you if you are the one who is okay…
We live in a world of
Those who only care only for themselves than for others.
It’s quite a shame mostly for their mothers and fathers.
Who took the time to raise them to be better.
But what’s the point when what they do, they would continue to do in sunder.
And continue to add a bigger boom to the thunder.
Only causing more pain for those known as their lovers.
Those people are nothing more than
Let me talk and just hear me out.
Every time you speak, you make me want to scream and shout.
All you do is cut me off and repeat yourself
Don’t look at the big but look at the small.
It feels as if you’re standing there looking at a dry wall.
I try my best but only one person can see…
But that one isn’t what you think.
It isn’t you I hope you can see.
Can’t you tell what I want to be?
I want to be heard.
I want to be seen.
I want you to actually know me.
Not assume me…