That hopeless feeling
No power, no control.
You have to obey.
Your wish to do otherwise is in no one's interest-
- we won't help;
we can't help.
Everything happens so fast.
You're just watching, observing-
-people running, doing what they do best; no one looking at you and your needs.
You're selfish. they say.
Yes I am.
- I'm sorry for being in love and not wanting to leave their side. I'm sorry for caring about my sick grandmother and staying by her side. I'm sorry for not being able to watch my parents fight. I'm sorry for wishing to leave the ones who molest me.
I won't be selfish. Not anymore. I'll just sit here, cry and think about how life would be if I were somewhere else.