I want to be a person.
I want to be someone who is loved,
Someone who everybody likes,
Someone everyone can talk to,
Someone who is happy,
Someone who's most desire is to make everyone happy.
I want something that's impossible.
Seeing others happy always made me happy.
There was a cover.
I was loved,
I was liked,
I was trusted,
I was happy,
But I wasn't happy.
I wasn't happy about others.
Talk to me?
Ask me something?
Ask me how I am?
Ask me if I'm okay?
Ask me if I wanna hang out?
Ask me something.
Just something.
Make me happy?
But I wasn't supposed to wait.
I had to let go.
Let go of the people who only cared about them,
Let go of the people who wanted everything about them,
Let go of the people who were careless.
I had to care about myself.
And so I did.
Once my mind knew what was going on,
The show that has been playing al along,
The show ended.
I told a trusted one how I felt.
The weight I carried was lighter.
I realized I have a lot.
I have a bed,
A home,
Good meals,
A family,
Friends.
I realized I was loved.
I realized I was cared about.
I realized I was happy now.
Know that my mind knew what was going on.
But you wish people know what had been going on
You wish people cared earlier
You wish you never wanted it
You wish you could erase times
But it had already been drawn.
Because the things you want, are impossible.
