Overgrown Spiel Part 2

I'll never know what it's like to work hard and long as my dad does just to keep a roof over our heads and good food to eat. I'll never know what it's like to have asthma and be sick all the time (I'm too preoccupied thinking of how everything's just perfectly fine). But is it really... or is that just another well designed mask? Can this horrible feeling in my gut ever really pass... or just get pushed down until it's barely visible? I don't wanna leave you, Reader, with lost and lonely feelings (and if those ugly feelings start to simmer I take no offense in you deciding not to read the rest). Truth is you can read this overgrown spiel of mine and go about your day just fine (it could be thoughts for you to chew on for a spell... or it could not). You can leave a comment, like it or just scroll down to the rest of your Newsfeed Page. See how someone's cat is doing or read a funny joke one of your friends said. It's your life. And this is my life too (I only wish I had taken better care of the things I said). There's no turning back now, only moving forward... P.S. This poem doesn't make much sense without first reading Part 1. So please only read this AFTER reading Part 1. Also I don't want to go into details about what inspired this. But pretty much it's about someone whom I really care for, that I unintentionally wronged over Facebook. Also it's a shout-out to all the people that mean a lot to me, but don't mention my appreciation often enough.