I love my little home.

But I don’t get paid for loving it.

I take care of it everyday, how come no one visits me?

Is this little house only for me?

 

I love my friends, all of them.

But I don’t get paid for loving them.

We share everything together.

What do words and objects mean, can they hurt and love?

 

I love anime.

But I don’t get paid for loving it.

I enjoy watching it, anyway.

I learn so much from their stories.

 

I love food so much.

But I don’t get paid for loving it.

Though I can’t cook very well, I will die without any of it.

Why is it so different anywhere on this Earth?

 

I love video games a lot.

But I don’t get paid for loving it.

I get motivation to it whenever I can, but I am called lazy.

I will keep playing them.

 

If I want to be am adult,

So why are all these things for me?

Not everyone loves everything I do.

I want to get paid for loving who I am.

 

When I feel ill, my mom takes care of me.

When I trip and fall in my footsteps, my dad picks me back up.

It happens over, and over again.

But I don’t get paid for loving you.

If I pay you my love, does that mean…

 

You do not love me?

 

We share everything, we share our whole lives together.

But you don’t get paid for that, I do.

I don’t understand what I am sorry for, nor I do not need to be.

I am ashamed at society, because it made you views me as something ugly.

 

Something evil, some “thing” incapable of love.

 

If someone asks, what am I good for?

“I am the same as you are, more or less experienced.” I say to the individual.

Not loving anime, food, video games, family, or friends…

 

I get paid for pretending to be someone else.

That, I do not love to do.