As a child:

Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh confused me

I wondered why he was so sad

He had friends around him didn't he?

He had a home that was made of sticks

It always crashed down

He never smiled

He was different

I always said to my brother

"Is he going to be okay in the end"

"Why is he so grumpy"

He said

"No one understands him"

I thought about it but

I didn't pay attention to him

He was an addition but not important I guessed.

After years passed:

I realise he just need love, care and help.

Like me

Eeyore I get it

I have friends too but they can't see through me

I have a home that I see crumbling down on me

The rain passes through and gets to me

I get talked to once in a while

I never feel pretty

I can't smile anymore

They don't need me

I don't want to be me

I want to sleep till its over

Till I feel better

No one understands me

Eeyore I want to know where you are

Are you smiling now

I want to smile after all of this too.

Or are we just permanently damaged?

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