I’m not the greatest daughter in this world to be honest
But when I was applying some make up on my mum this morning
I noticed how old she is
How her wrinkles kept on appearing on her soft skin
But still sometimes this brat was just too stubborn
And that how mum may be even more sensitive than before
But this spoiled brat managed to somehow display her pouty face
Like girl, grow up.
You have a fragile heart to take care of.

I can never feel comfortable around you
I can never act like I’m okay with everything
I feel like I want to scream out loud
Saying all the words I should have said
To make you understand
Oh but wait
I don’t even understand myself sometimes
Most of the time
I’m afraid of the answers
I can’t even answer the questions I’ve been riddling with my own heart
So why should I take the risk
And break it even more?
Yes I have been in denial
Just to keep this heart intact and not to shatter even more.