Do I lie?
Do I pretend?
Because I'm always suffocating;
good days feel like I'm walking on eggshells.
A typical day for me begins with a ticking bomb,
on bad days it's already diffused with aggressive arguments.
The silent treatment, tension, sadness, anger, ignorance,
this is everyday.
Not that I should have a voice, right?
I am an abortion should be-
an accident, right?
And sometimes I'm selfless enough-
and yet at the same time selfish enough-
to ask "What if? What if I never existed?"
A world without me.
And... I guess it wouldn't change much.
I'm still insignificant...
Am I?
