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Sometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault

The Baby

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by CaffeineGene

by CaffeineGene

As the baby I'm spoiled,

Coddled,

Pampered

As the baby, I'm spoken to as such

I grew up in constant confusion

Because I'm the baby

and I don't need to understand

I don't need to know things

As the baby, I was shoved aside to the wall-

not allowed to understand the adults

Even as I grew,

they didn't see me any other way

To them, I was an annoyance,

someone they were forced to put up with

Forced to play with

forced to love

So I did what I thought they wanted-

I stopped talking

I eavesdropped on conversations, trying to put all the pieces together

but never having the full picture

When I did have opinions, they didn't matter

Because no matter how much I learn,

how much I grow, how much I try-

I'll always be the baby, the annoyance in the corner of the room