It Must be Nice

Please, hear me out.

I breathe in. Oxygen.
It must be nice to be able to breathe clearly.
Think clearly.
Hold your own.

I never wanted this.

I speak out. Loudly.
It must be nice to be able to speak all you think.
Speak loudly.
Hold your own.

I have to tell you, I'm sorry.

I cry, tears are streaming.
It must be nice to be able to hide your feelings.
Hide them away.
Hold your own.

Just stay here, I'm sorry.

I miss you. A lot.
It must be nice to be able to not miss me at all.
To ignore me.
Hold your own.

So if i'm sorry, how many times do I have to tell you?

Please, hear me out.