I hate it.
I sometimes want to strangle her head, when she shushes me.
When everybody shushes me.
Am I not allowed to complain?
Complain about how I am sick of all the fame?
They never hear my story.
They never see my side.
All they see is this.
The famous girl.
The child prodigy.
The genius.
And all I see is. an attention seeker.