The Ones Who Make Desisions

I've never pretended to be a normal kid. I've never really had an urge to fit in like most others. I just knew that I was different. I just knew that others didn't like me as much as I wished they did. I just knew that it didn't matter what I did, I was the outsider. Someone meant to be used as a figurehead, someone who had no real choice in their life, someone who had to watch as others made the decisions that would affect my life. It didn't matter how much pain I suffered, all that mattered is that I was doing what they wanted. My feelings weren't valid. I was just there. The only REAL choice I had was choosing who'd I trust with my pain. But, that only came once I realized I was about to hit my breaking point. That breaking point where I realized that I wasn't the one making the critical choices in my life, it was the adults. The adults, the ones who seem to know everything. The adults, the ones who despite their supposed wisdom, are never the right people to go to. The adults, the ones who can never seem to realize that the source of the problem is them. Even if it be at the point where I wanted to die, they don't budge. The adults sit and watch as I(And maybe others) slaved away wasting hours that could've been spent with people who actually supported me. People who despite not knowing the full weight of my pain still said sweet, meaningful things that made me want to replay those hours forever. Only they who may not know everything yet seem to understand everything, are the ones who truly deserve to be the decision-makers till we make decisions ourselves. Not the ones who call themselves "adults" and only watch as children cry.