Dear Self

How are you? are you ok? I will ask you because no one else will. I'll be the one to wonder if you're really okay. Are you tired too? It's a mess but you have no one else to tell your feelings to. When you want to say your grievances, no one seems to be available to listen to you, not even your mother because she is always busy. It would be nice to talk, but no one is ready to listen to your complaints. It's like your own problem, your own comfort. So even if you want to continue, you can't help but get tired. Self, why is that? Why does it seem like we are always being ignored when we are in this situation, even mom seems to be ignoring me, I don't feel like I am her child anymore. Why does no one seem to understand? Why does it seem like no one cares about your feelings, It is you really so small? that they can't even see that you are struggling. Why do they always think that we are not affected? Why do they think we are not hurt? Why can't they feel the sadness and pain in our hearts. Why didn't they even see the sadness in your eyes? Why can't they catch the smile that is being shown with a mixture of pretense and plasticity. It's tiring to pretend. Sometimes it's boring to pretend.