She woke up at 2:37 am crying.
No. She's getting scared to fall asleep again.
Her heart? It is filled with pain, insecurity, envy and mistrust. She feels that she doesn't belong on a house which she was told to call her home.
Her head? It was filled with "what ifs" and "buts". It was filled with unending thoughts which were not good enough to make her ask the first person who came across her mind to rescue her.
"Jes, help me"
Her hands? It is filled with tears as she cover her face and stop her sobs.
Her hands are shaking.
She's scared.
Why does she feels alone?
The house was full of people she knew. Do they even know her?
Do they even know how she feels?
She was raised with only one response that she was allowed to tell.
"Yes"
"Everything is fine with me."
No more. No less.
She was raised to be a perfect daughter; a robot.
Quiet.
Smart.
Emotionless.
A puppet.
Her life was planned already by people she labeled as "Old but not always right".
She deserves this?
No. She doesn't deserve a cage people call house.
