It's okay...

I wanted to be comforted

when I was hurt...

Not only when you wished to.

I wanted a little appreciation

for the little triumphs in life,

for which I endeavoured so much...

Not negligence.

I wanted to be reminded that it's okay to make mistakes

when I was already trapped in guilt...

Not criticism.

I wanted a little support

when I was drowning in thoughts...

Not to be told to adjust.

I wanted to be heard

when my thoughts were eating me up...

Not ignored.

I wanted to be understood

when I was angry...

Not judged.

But that's okay...

I comfort myself.

I appreciate myself.

I remind myself.

I support myself.

I hear myself.

I understand myself.

But deep down,

my heart aches.

Why wasn't I comforted the way I deserved?

Why wasn't I appreciated for what I achieved?

Why wasn't I forgiven, but criticized?

Why wasn't I heard?

Why was I misunderstood?

But these things were never in my hands...

So it's okay,

even if it's not.