I’m the youngest in my family.

And while it has amazing aspects, nobody talks about the downside of being the baby.

If you stay in a cradle too long, you’ll never learn how to walk.
If you're always spoken for, you'll never find the voice to talk.

How can a love be simultaneously supportive and condescending? I tell them about my hopes to achieve one day, and they return with a weak smile that speaks more than any words they say: sweetie you can’t do that, no way.

Instead of being viewed as strong and independent I'm weak and insufficient.

I have big dreams and they're removed, not approved, because I'm the baby and cant handle something so huge.

I try to imagine a world where I can achieve through hard work and creation…
but babies learn from observation.
I’ll just be the the baby in need of salvation.

I am in a constant state of self doubt, always craving others’ approval and without it back out...

hindering myself from greatness and strength while swelling in shame.
I might have a candles potential, but there’s no fire without a flame.

It’s like an arm thats been held in a cast
or a cherished childhood teddy bear from the past
too much love has made it weak, wether its muscle deterioration or a flimsy, hairless physique.

Nobody talks about the downside of being the baby.