You. You demand and demand.

You demanded me to sit up, so I did.

You demanded me to crawl, so I did.

You demanded me to stand up, so I did.

You demanded me to walk, so I did.

But that wasn’t enough for your greedy voice.

You started to demand I talk, and I did.

You then demanded I make friends, and I did. Then you pushed it too far.

You demanded that I shut out some feelings.

But I couldn’t do that. The world was watching me.

So you demanded that I pretend to be like everyone else, and I did.

But I broke.

I couldn’t pretend anymore, but you demanded so intensely that your wish became my command.

One day, the curse you set upon me lifted and I broke free.

The world saw my true colors.

Although my mind may have healed,

I’m still accustomed to your demands.

I have the strength now not to listen to all of them,

But my knees grow weak with the urge to fulfill your every demand.