The love and affection,
From those who I thought,
Won't depart from my life.
Do you know what's it like;
To grow up and have yourself,
Removed from people's priority list?
And start to think,
That you're just another burden they should carry?
Living alone is solitary confinement,
Lonely and painful,
But I got used to it,
That having a guest at home,
Is odd and unusual for me.
It's funny though,
The guests who rarely comes,
Didn't came for me,
But came to shamelessly ask,
For help; be it necessity or embellishment.
The ones who really needed help,
Are my Dad and I;
We put on our masks,
Carved with fake smiles.
We mused about your presence,
In our home,
The only question running through my mind is;
"You don't care anymore, do you?"
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