i have a heart too. dont you know?
Maybe for them, im an object
Not to be loved
But to be used
They cant accept that I have wills too
Im a human
Im a person
They want me to think
But think for them
They want me to work
Do the work for them
They want me to do anything
Everything's all for them
What is the necessity of my will?
"You never ask" they said
Oh, pardon, me Mr and Mrs, from my experience, both of you will get mad, screaming calling me ungrateful daughter, threaten me, punish me, or sometimes hit me. How could i have the courage to ask?