Just shut up.
With all your complaining
And all your drama
And all your naive ideas.
You think you're the only one.
With problems
and concerns
and insecurities.
I hurt too.
I feel sad
and shy
and stupid.
I'm so tired,
of being the one.
With no problems.
They may not be as big as yours
Or felt as often as yours.
But I.
Hurt.
Too.