I used to be jealous by the way everyone had an importance in your life but me.
I craved the love from everyone.
You didn’t seem to realize how hard it was, how much I needed the hand of yours.
I needed you to tell me to what to look out for.
How to grow.
How to shine during the rain.
But you just lived your life, perhaps I was a mistake.
Now I am older, walking the unknown roads figuring it out.
Guess I didn’t need you as much as I thought I needed.