I am a spec of dust in the air. I am nobody. I am not heard. I am not seen. I don’t even utter a word. But when I do, when I am finally being honest about what I feel, you want me to stop. You want me to conceal my feelings. You want me to choke in my own hate and anger. You want me to vanish and return to the person I was before. You want me to be nobody again. You want me to be the spec of dust in the air. Invisible. Unknown. Unseen. Felt not.
Thank you so much for making me feel this way. At least now I know who I am, what I am, and where I stand. I am just a mere person who has proven you nothing. I am nobody who has been such a disappointment but I am also a person, a human being. I have feelings too. Feelings that needs to be let out. Feelings that need not to be concealed. Feelings that need not to be felt.