Everyone made mistakes—
that’s human.
They wouldn’t accept it,
but they knew:
it’s normal, even for grown-ups.
Flowers don’t always bloom;
we live knowing and seeing the dark.
I wish everything were easy,
I wish I could smile.
Some words would hurt me,
those hands would squeeze my heart—if only they stayed away.
I needed someone brave enough not to flee from my faults.
So I made that person myself:
I scolded myself.
But I saw it did no good.
Even when you want to speak, some sentences silence you, they push you aside.
Silence chokes my throat.
I want to cry forever.
Let everyone see this time, I won’t be ashamed—
maybe that was my biggest mistake.
I said what bothered me aloud;
“I need you to listen,” I said, but they tore me down—
they didn’t even listen.
I’m tired of stupid judgments.
Don’t you know anything about me?
And then you just step away and pretend not to see.
Can’t you see my eyes?
You didn’t misunderstand me—you heard it that way.
You never listened; you built your own story.
It was so painful—
you caused my heart to break without feeling a thing.
By ignoring me, saying “don’t prolong it.”
