If you see me happy,
too excited,
don’t dismiss it as abnormal
just because you often find me
reserved and observed.
Leave me alone,
let me relish the joy
that I deserve
while it lasts.
Others claim I appear too old
for my age,
burdened by responsibilities—
I couldn’t maintain a youthful facade;
it wasn’t as if I had a choice.
Expectations tower over me,
higher than my height.
It’s not that I’m unfriendly;
my current stage demands business discussions
to bolster my revenue.
Some perceive me as responsible,
a father figure, to be precise,
yet I’m still grappling to understand myself,
struggling to figure myself out.
