Diary by Annz

If you let me talk, Mom...

If you let me talk, Mom...

If you ever let me speak my mind, Mom.

If you please, let me breathe with my words, Mom.

If you don't wish it, may you lend me your ears and mind? Be quiet and calm rather than instead be loud and angry.

If you are really sincere about me being your child, I beg your pardon to be loved and received your affections.

If you care to pardon me, please you then hear my burdens with caring and love instead of loud noises from disagreements and shoves or sighs.

I am acting like a slave in the 1800s, begging for pardon and excuse, pleading for time and space, wishing for humanity and gaze, needs to be treated like a human just like nobels.

It's a one sided storyline, and readers reading my protagonist and sad shit storylines. I am sorry and apologize, but my mom won't let me talk and give me a chance for an explanation therefore I couldn't carry myself explaining her side of unable to be able to listen to children of hers.

"I used to love. And now the love turned loved. I don't enjoy this relationship, and I am (not) sad to say I don't feel affection whenever I meet eyes with you."

Nobody says this, 2024

If you ever let me talk, and if you ever want to understand listening rather than speaking, we might be lovers still, and we will still talk and smile or chuckle at least.

At last, you choose to be violent to others and kind-hearted to yourself.

I respect that you value your mental health rather than others, which is good. But, as a child, I am disappointed.

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This is just a few moments where when I wonder, I'll wander.