Its okay not to be okay

 As time goes by,

tears streamed down because of the wound that can't be healed.

Not being able to bear it, I cry.

But why does it sit deep as if there's fire  burning inside me?

If I were a child, and cried in pain,

my mother would call for a physician.

If I were a child, 

my mother would bring me a cold water for my burning heart.

If I were a child and was sick,

a good night's sleep would wash it.

However, since I'm not a child 

the wounds keep digging deeper inside.

If only I were a child.

- Soo San