I Am Not Independent.

I am not independent.
I need my man.
To hold my hand,
to hug, to touch,
to adjust the buses' a.c
to bring my bag, and tell me that Im pretty.

I need my Mom.
To scream at me when Im wrong,
to cook for my daily 'baon'.
to split reality from my imagination,
to coach me about life, love and what not.

I need my Dad.
To support me, to carry me through my falls,
to make me laugh, to make me see things I dont understand,
to be my wall, when everything crumbles.

I need my bestfriend.
To make me see out of the box,
to make me realize the gray parts of the story
to be with me at my 'bobo moments'
my 'plato moments' if there's any.

I need my friends.
My pillars of strengths,
To make me laugh when Im about to cry,
to make me feel like a fool and like it,
to be myself, with no hesitations
to warn me when they see danger signs
to make me find myself, when all is lost.
to make me drink till I pass out,
but make sure I get home safe.

I am not independent.
I do need people around me.
I am not ashamed.
I am proud.

To know my needs,
my limits,
my weaknesses.

To know that I am human.
Breathing.
Hurting.
Wanting.
Loving.
Hating.
Needing.


I am human.
I connect.
I depend.
I am real.