Maybe there would times in your life when you would feel like you're being treated with not much credit. When there are people in your life who thinks you're far too young to be heading home on your own and going places with only one friend. Too young to be having relationships, or if you're not capable of reading a really thick book, as thick as the Oxford dictionary. Or maybe, perhaps, you don't deserve enough to credit to handle the truth, and bound up hearing lies because they may think that it's better to protect you.
It doesn't matter what you think, or how you feel, what matters the most is that they are protecting you from the real truth, afraid that you would feel hurt, or even worse, can't accept facts laid out right in front of you. You feel like you're a cloth puppet, with so many strings attached to control your every muscle in your body, where your hands should go, what your legs should be doing, when everything you really want is in your heart, but no one can ever control that. You're like a superhero, with no powers. No matter how hard you try, it turns out to be a complete failure. You just want to scream out loud and let every single homosapien know you are indeed a person, you can take care of yourself, and that if you want the truth, you get the truth, rather than them fabricating it to shield you.
And then again you know some thing's wrong but you don't know what it is, but definitely, it has something to do with you. There isn't a point in asking at all, because it would be pointless. Because all you get are denials, and nobody in this world ever wants to tell you what's going on. Because you are just a little girl, and you are not capable of handling the truths beneath every surface of a huge lie. You spend sleepless nights trying to figure out what went wrong, but you can't put a finger on it. You feel so helpless, there is nothing you can do but scream and curl your fingers into your hands and ball your fists and punch the wall or your pillows, or throw everything around in your room. You can't feel anything because overtime it has become a chore that you've become immuned to it all. You want to cry, but your tears have all dried up. You're like the living mannequin, useless and only good for show. Nothing inside matters. Because you're not supposed to feel hurt, you're not supposed to feel pain or sorrow, you're not supposed to feel anything.
That's how the fuck you're feeling right now. And you're feeling so abso-fucking-lutely frustrated, that you want to scream and shout, but there's no one in this world who can hear your cries.
This is where I portray the many unfolding chapters of my life, in mute.