Have you ever wondered?
How tired a person can be—
Not physically, not even mentally
but—
Something that this world might never see.

I asked myself,
"Parisha, how you've grown up, don't you love your childhood?"
And only i could hear back was......
the calm voice of my warm breeze.

Though, it amazes me—
Amazes me with the miracles,
Miracles that might represents me as mad  as world won't believe....
But, don't do I deserves to feel—Special?

Special to be my God's priority,
Special to be someone worth enough for my loved ones,
Special to be the person the world might stop and ask,
“Hey… are you okay?”

Tired of hoping,
Tired of waiting,
tired of loving someone so deep
that my heart feels older than my years as it is—

And still I wonder—
why does it amaze me,
that I can face this world
with the happiest smile?