In my world,
I speak up and know how to articulate my emotions. I can take the bull by the horns, remove it's horns and become the bull.
In my world,
there is no crying over boys. No wondering if I'm enough. His eyes do not shift away. We tell each other I love you and mean it without desperation.
In my world,
I am confident and my thoughts are my own. I am resilient to crafty hands. I am who I want to be.
But this isn't my world.
My lips pursed, I have no throat to transfer words. You don't know how I feel or why I cry. I don't think you care. I don't think you love me. How could you love some one who doesn't love themself.