Why is it that I am always there for them, yet when I need support, they seem always busy? They seek me out only when they need something, and I can't help but feel like a fool. I long for love, so I find myself prioritizing their needs over my own.My family take me for granted sometimes I wonder if they think I eventually wont get tired . It's ironic isnt it ; as the youngest, I often bear the weight of maturity in this dynamic Im living.
Sometimes, I wonder who I would be if I were a little less kind, a little more self-protective. I yearn for someone to love me, someone to hold me tightly, someone to reassure me that everything will be alright and that I will find my way.
Though I wear a smile, few understand the depths of my emotions. They remain oblivious to the self-loathing I wrestle with, the silent suffering I endure. They see only the façade of happiness I project.
Everything changed that night when I met him. He walked into my life like the sun emerging from behind the clouds, illuminating the darkness that had shrouded my heart.This life isn't as effortless as it appears.