Is it really
important,
Am I not
enough,
Why do I need
Someone to
stand by,
who cares if
I cry?
I miss them,
all of them
They would
always hold me
Always support,
always smile
Also berate
when I inquired
Who cares if
I cry?
Can I share
this
Can I ever
discuss
I don’t want
to hurt them
I don’t want
them to worry
As they are the ones
Who care if I
cry?
May be it’s
better
To hide it,
to grow above
And to not
ponder over.
I won’t be alone
If I learn
how to work,
To still
rise and survive
And care to never cry.
