I hoped I would not relapse,
That I would keep smiling.
See I do love my life,
Appreciate every hurdle I face,
But what I hate,
Is being reminded of faith or being told its fate.
I hoped I would be okay by now,
At peace with deep within,
Being the pillar I wished they could have been for me,
See I am no longer scared of life,
Taking every bullet coming my way,
But what I don’t expect you to do,
Is act like you care, you don’t have to soothe my pain.
Worry is a feeling we all have to bare, pain is like a the hole in your favourite outfit that can’t be patched up.
An outfit that I can’t afford to change…