I was okay when I didn’t get to apply to that college.
I was okay when I found out my friends talked behind my back.
I was okay when I didn’t get the recognition I worked for. I was okay when I was used as a backup.
I was okay when people remembered me only when they needed something.
I was okay when they spread rumours about me.
I was okay when I didn’t get to experience those fun, teasing pictures with friends.
I was okay when I couldn’t feel what it’s like to be loved right.
I was okay when I didn’t get that promotion.
I was okay when I travelled hundreds of kms just to see a familiar face.
I was okay when I was told I wasn’t enough.
I was okay when I was never someone’s priority.
.…
But was I really okay?
Or am I just too good at pretending?
