Here we go again! It’s always been the same. She has to have the spotlight all the time. It’s never been this bad before. My headache gets worse as the words come out of her mouth. STOP. Please, stop. I don’t like her anymore. We used to balance things and share the spotlight. She doesn’t want me to have it anymore. Why? When I was little, she cared about me too. That’s what her parents taught her: “You should always think of your own goodness first.” Now, others’ thoughts have become the most important thing. Even more important than herself. When did this happen though? Even more important than herself. Why does it have to be this way? Can’t she just realize how much I care about her? I cared about her, only her. Not the others.
Who is she? She doesn’t know either; she just tries to fit in. I know who I am, on the other hand. Even though she doesn’t want to accept that she wants to be me underneath her fake glowy smile, she knows the truth, and the truth disturbs her. We used to stay silent as much as we could laugh. We used to share our feelings as much as we listen to others’. We used to love as much as we’ve been loved. She could act as herself, as who she actually is, which is me. It didn’t have to always be about them, but now it is. Nobody cares about us. Even we don’t care about us. UHH. She started again. I hate her. No, wait. I don’t. I’m going to help her. LIAR. Tell the truth; that’s not you.
Set me free. Share the spotlight for once. Please. We need it. I promise you’ll feel better. You know I’m the real you while you choose to hide behind this mask. No, you won’t be excluded. They’ll love me too, and if they won’t, someone else will. ENOUGH, LISTEN! We need help. I can’t stand you anymore. I have to get out.
”Guys, I need to go home.”