Put on my shoe and you'll know, it hurts
She didn’t want to be herself. She didn’t like cowering from dominating and authoritative persons, or losing an argument with a respectable person too soon. Neither could she cope with the repeated failures in her attempts to confront her mother, nor could she win over all her friends. She daren’t talk about her dreams to her father for being laughed at the illogicality of it all. She didn’t ever speak of her precious wishes and ambitions to anyone, for it may be just trampled over by them. She wasn’t sure if anyone would care enough to tread on with a light feet. She needed assurances, confirmations, consolations, optimisms, and a boost to her self esteem on a daily basis.
She wanted to be a different person. She wanted to be a child once again, or a baby who has no care in the world. Being an adult is difficult, it’s very tough. She yearned to relive life, being a new herself and starting over once again, when she wouldn’t have to think her step twice; wouldn’t have to shy away from anyone overpowering; wouldn’t have to deal with superiorities and inferiorities, and just would bask in the love and cares bestowed upon her.
This is a piece of fiction written for The Write Tribe's Wednesday Promt.