A kind word
Sometimes I do wrong things, I am not perfect like you.
I push doors despite the clear sign that states PULL.
I open the fridge and I forget what I need.
I put the butter in the pantry and the nutella in the fridge.
Today I put the milk in the pantry
I hide my pain from my loved ones.
I render a façade and pretend that it’s all good.
I cry a lot more than I should.
These days I cry myself to sleep.
I open the microwave door while its still on and before it beeps.
I care about people who don’t are about me.
I listen to you even when you don’t listen to me.
When I don’t know I ask, when it seems and feels wrong, I argue.
If I don’t like it, then I say it.
When it’s important to me, I always find a way to do it, you say its important to you, but you always find an excuse.
I always am true to myself and I speak my truth, even if it meant that I was the only one doing it.
No matter how busy I am, I always cared therefore I always find the time for you.
I try to keep my circle positive. I know I am not perfect and I don’t claim to be.
A kind word now and then would be nice. A hug is always nice.