I want to be pampered like a child.I want someone to treat me gently.I want someone to stroke my head.I want to be held in someone’s arms.I want to hold on to someone and cry in their arms.I want to be praised—I want to hear, “You’re a good child.”But… I’ve already become an adult. Still, I wish I could be a child again.There are people who aren’t kind to me.Maybe I’m a bad child—that’s why they weren’t kind.Maybe I just didn’t try hard enough.If I don’t try my best, no one will be kind to me.If I show weakness, they say I’m just being selfish.If I’m not perfect, I might as well be dead.The truth is… I want someone to help me.But I feel like even if I disappeared, no one would care.I want someone to love me.But no one helps me.So I’m left holding onto my painful past, all alone.I have to be independent—because that’s what I was told.More than anything, I want to speak for myself.But no one ever listened when I tried to talk.I want someone to treat me like a real person.But… I’m scared.I became invisible.Just a part of the background, blending in.I’m not even sure who I am anymore.I want someone to truly see me—to recognize that I exist.
