I am sick of trying
Tired of being the way people want me to
Exhausted of living in a box
And desperately searching for a way to get through

She worries endlessly
Asking herself if it could be her own fault
Crying for my well-being
And behaving like a good mother by sheer default

He keeps silent
Making it untrue by not asking anything at all
Not understanding the problem
And maintaining the role of a father behind his thick wall

She thinks I’m better
Caring too much and giving reasons for everything
Knowing that it isn’t easy
Yet being the friend whose unasked advices tend to sting

He...