When I look around and found no one, my own self as well.

They are so Selfish now a days, in fact they were never good to me,  for them I was merely a doll to play with, they want me to behave as they please, but do they care about what pleases me the most, I kept asking for my wish, for my right, I cry and look around, nobody turned to me and take me away. I was thrown like a dirt is placed into a dustbin, I was never a human for them, I’m useless, I’m mad, I’m nobody they think, though I’m nobody still I AM.. they have been breaking me all the way, I wish I were a glass, at least could make a sound while breaking apart, and could make them hear, which is still unheard and ignored as I was. I want  to live, I’m not dead, but something kills me inside everyday. I am dared to say that I am in pain, what if they don’t understand what if they still share smiles instead of my pain. I’m scared.
There is a storm inside me, restless and free, it imprisons me. But as the storm comes everybody turned their back to me as they have been doing whenever they came across a storm.