weak

So weak, we human beings are.
Why can't we just be stronger, smarter, and braver?

I once thought I would stop being so confused once I grow up,
but then just ended up being as confused.

I know we are so limited, and that's what makes every moment so precious.
But when can I stop being so worried, and so afraid?

My friend, you're always so kind and wise,
bypassing everything else and seeing the troubled little girl inside.

Can I eventually stand on my own feet without having to rely on you?

given all that I'm so deeply in love with,
given all those who've been loving me so much.