Why always a "no" ?

by someone who just wants to be understood.

Every time I try to live a little, breathe a little, express myself... the answer is always "No."

Can I buy clothes of my choice? — No.

Can I buy the books I like? — No.

Can I go out with my friends? — No.

Can my friends come over? — No.

Can I buy something with my money? — No.

Can I get some art supplies? — No.

Can I study abroad, chase my dreams? — No.

Can I even listen to the music that makes me feel alive? — No.

Can you support the dreams I hold so close to my heart? — No.

Why is it always "No"?

Why can't I make decisions for my own life?

Why can't I enjoy being young, being me?

Why am I constantly suffocated under your rules?

Why are you so afraid to let me grow?

I'm not asking for a wild life. I'm asking for a life.

A life where I get to discover who I am, not who you want me to be.

A life where I can make mistakes and learn from them — not be punished for dreaming differently.

A life where I can explore what brings me joy, instead of being told it's all "a waste of time."

You say it's for my own good. You say it's because you love me.

But is it really love if I feel trapped?

If I feel like I can't even breathe without asking for your permission?

What's the point of having a voice if no one ever listens to it?

What's the point of having dreams if they're only going to be shut down?

What's the point of asking, if the answer is always going to be the same?

You never ask what I want.

You never wonder what makes me happy.

You don't even know who I really am.

To you, I'm just a disobedient child. A disappointment.

Someone who doesn't follow orders blindly.

A problem to be fixed. A puppet to control.

But I'm not a robot you programmed. I'm not a project you own.

I'm a person — with thoughts, feelings, passions, and dreams.

I have a heart that aches when it's ignored, a mind that races with ideas I'm scared to share,

and a soul that's slowly drowning in silence.

You say I don't listen.

But did you ever try listening to me?

You say I'm rebellious.

But maybe I'm just tired — tired of being unheard, unseen, unloved in the way I need.

I want to be heard.

I want to be understood.

I want to be free — to explore, to fail, to shine.

I'm not asking to be reckless. I'm asking to be trusted.

Let me buy those books — they help me escape, they teach me things you never will.

Let me paint and create — it's how I breathe when the world is too heavy.

Let me listen to the music I love — it heals me, even if you don't get it.

Let me chase my dreams — because if I don't, I'll regret it forever.

You don't have to agree with every choice I make —

But at least respect that they're mine to make.

At least try to see me not as your extension,

but as your child — growing, becoming, changing.

Please stop saying No before even listening to my Why.

Because one day, I might stop asking altogether.

Not because I no longer want your approval —

but because I no longer expect it.

All I'm asking is:

Let me live my own story.

Let me breathe before I forget how to.