I know what everyone says , but in this case I can't relate. I wear a mask.
There was a period I expressed my feelings, but no one never understood, that telling me I was a burden wasn't something good
There is where it started. I put a mask on, not to fake but to hide. I didn't pretend I was happy I just didn't say I was down, it actually worked out.
For a period of time people treated me good, but then they thought I was okey, so the joked around.
Made fun of my "depressed faze" they just made it worst. My feelings where a joke, they thought it was okey I suppose.
A got tired and took it off, by my sorprise I wasn't alone. There he was, the only one I had. To listen and care about me.
Once absent and came back, just in time to carry me up. He light up my darkness, fought the fear of abandonment and Rejection,whipe my tears, he was there for me.
The safe place where I know I can go, to be myself, cry, laugh and get up.
My protector, guarding my back without lack, he is the only one I have, thank you dad.
