Is it easy? Carrying the baggage of people's expectations
while your own dreams beg you to give them a bit of attention,
Being able to make people around comfortable but what about your comfort? What about that comfort place that's being forgotten?
I wanna shout and scream and cry but who's gonna listen to the agony that has always been avoided? Who's gonna give it a try?
Who are they to judge our mind's stability? When we ourselves question our abilities.
