It’s okay if you’re not seen, if people always forget about you on every occasion, if you’re never even the second option, but somehow always the last one. It’s okay if you’re always there whenever someone needs you, but somehow never appreciated.
It’s okay if you disappear because you’re struggling on your own, and no one even notices.
People don’t get it, ’cause you always seem put together. You always smile, you always show up, and you always act like nothing is wrong. So they assume you’re okay, even when you’re not.