Being young
When I was younger, they assumed I knew nothing.
People judged me, as if they all knew everything.
They say, “Your problems are much lighter than our sufferings.”
When will they ever stop invalidating my own feelings?
I am not satisfied, and I feel like my world is crumbling.
I want to run away, and start a new beginning.
I am wondering if life will be great someday.
Just like how I imagine it to be every day.









