Family, Friends, Life-People I Feel Sorry About

As I sit by the dining table, my parents ask "how was your day?"

I start to nitpick again and again on how anything is but my way.

I have true friends, but I feel bad to still feel alone.

I know it is about time I start moving on, however, trudged by the unknown.

It's been a while since I last smiled.

It's been sometime since I felt mild.

It's been a while since it's become wild.

It's been sometime since I thought as a child.

I think I'm not mature enough.

I think I still can't handle stuff,

unless with the aid of my bests,

unless felt supported by the rests.

Life is anything but good,

or am I just always not in the mood?

Life I thought is always unfair,

but maybe I'm just too numb too feel the care.