"I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't decode the messages any longer. Questioning my existence and what was deemed a necessity for me to survive. Don't you understand? My constant search for structure, for validity, for appreciation was draining me dry. It felt like I could barely breath, that my knees would crumble beneath me."
"I would scream and nobody would hear me. I would cry and I would continuously be asked why am I crying. I'm tired, can't you see? Tired of trying. Tired of contorting myself into an image that you can understand. "
"I can't keep asking for your approval anymore. I can't keep bending myself to be loved by you anymore. I've spent my life desperately asking to be understood by you while i took on the responsibility to learn you. But what about me? My reflection is obscure, the center of the glass punctured by an imaginary bullet."
"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"
"I don't want to be just in your likeness. I want to be me."
-- parentification by ashé.
