You really cared about me; you wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t make me feel like I’m a nuisance, or pretend I don’t exist. If you knew I had some kind of foreign object in me, and knew about it, hence partially why I am the way that I am… I would think you would help me out and get to the bottom of this instead of shutting me out and yelling.
You loved me, you wouldn’t ignore me non-stop knowing I feel like I need you. And you know that…
You wouldn’t yell at me everytime you see me, and make it seem like I do everything wrong (talking for children going through hardships from adults who don’t know how to handle their anger problems). You wouldn’t fathom laying a hand on me. You wouldn’t treat me like I’m your chore.
You wouldn’t play favoritism. Compare me to others. Talk behind my back to everyone. Let others hit me and yell at me, and side with them every single time.
I didn’t grow up accordingly, to some of you. Have you ever asked, “why?”.
If you’ve heard the speeches I’ve given, and how my thought processes have slowly built over time, without your guidance, you would see a different side of me.
Right now, am I angry? Yes… because I haven’t been able to live yet. I deserve the right to have my daughter back in my life, and be around people that want to grow more on an emotional, caring level with me. Not make me suffer. And honestly I feel alone currently. As of right now.
I can tell what’s going on.