"i--"
"shush. children are to be seen and not heard."
i shut my mouth
and
resign from the conversationa few minutes later
you ask
"mingie, why
don't you talk
with us?"i force a smile
and shake my
headyou shrug
you mumble something
about kids these days
being too
privileged
immature
ignorant
and uneducatedyou never notice
how dull my eyes are
how my smile is never real
how i am always hiding thingsyou never
notice my lack of
emotionyou only notice how
entitled
narcissistic
and tough to manage
i ami get it
i'm just a child
something to be
seen and
not heardright?
YOU ARE READING
y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶i̶?̶
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