The Twig's Shade

When I was little, I would cry every time someone yelled at me, so I tried to make people happy, by being someone I wasn't. But they would still yell at me... so I tried a different approach: Be the wall-flower who everybody thinks is a weirdo and won't talk to. Yup, I was that kid. And you know what? Life was fine then! Sure, I had issues at school and heck, they weren't all fine and dandy, but home was great and my parents didn't smother me!!! Now they think I'm going to be an anorexic, prostitute that owns an international drug cartel!!!!! They give me no privacy. They give me no room to grow. Hell, I might be anorexic. I might end up not being the best daughter in the world. But am I any less of a person because of that? Am I less important than all of the others, simply because my clothes aren't from Aeropostale and Abercrombie? I'm a twig, growing in the soil, until someone plants this big oak tree right next to me and it grows, more and more until I'm in it's shade, and there's no way to get out. My roots are in too deep to pull out now. All around me, there are dead and dying twigs, just like myself, who are suffering from the same fate. If only there was a little opening in the leaves of that tree, if only the tree CARED ENOUGH to open up it's branches for a little soul like me to get some sunshine, I could grow. And I could be magnificent, if only I could grow!!! But people try and stomp on me. They nurture the big tree because its leaves are prettier. It's taller, it's better, it has more of a chance. But without any help, I will die. I will not have had any assistance. And if I survive? Who will be laughing then? Who will be wanting to take care of me then? I could be brilliant. I could be the tree with the sweetest apples you have ever tasted. But no one will ever know if I never get any sunlight. Now tell me that that's alright. Tell me that there aren't too many people who are underestimated and thrown down. I'm used to this shade now. I wouldn't know what to do if I had the tiniest ray of sunshine. Are you happy now? I'm damaged. Can't anyone save me?