Can you see me? Are you even aware I’m here? Because it feels like you aren’t.
Do you even know my name, my passions, my story? So why judge me already?
I feel tiny under your strict gaze, which from time to time shifts to a softer one, but then it all just goes back to how it was before.
It’s sad feeling tiny and useless.
It’s sad feeling like this all the time. Continue reading “Tiny”