Did It All Matter
Did it all matter, my tears on the broken toys, when I was 6?
On my fights with that other girl who was supposedly my worst enemy, when I was 8?
Did it all matter, those comparisons on height and weight, when I was 12?
All of the insecurities about the pimples on my face, when I was 15? Did it all matter?
All of those wasted tears on that guy, whose story we never really tell?
Tears rolled down so easily then, all those times that I now realize din't matter.. Why? Just, why don't those tears roll down now, when I know this matters, when I want to cry and let out the pain?
Why don't those tears just fall off and make me feel a little lighter?
Funny how, we've stopped asking for happiness, all we want is a little less pain
-Preethi??
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