There’s a fine line
between wants
and needs.

I don’t need you.

I just want you.

Could that be even worse?

✖️

I keep trying to learn more
I want to understand myself better
I'm alone at the end of the day
No one else will put in the same effort as me.

I laugh in places I want to cry,
Hold it in, and pass it by.
To them, I’m calm — a steady line,
But deep inside, I’m almost fine.

Maybe I’m just overthinking,
But it feels like a race I didn’t start.
Every move I make,
You echo—
Not with me,
But right beside.
You question my ways,
But offer no better ones.

It’s not a big deal,
But it builds.
And sometimes,
The way your eyes follow what mine do...
Makes me pause.

Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe it’s nothing.
But still,
It weighs on me.