they say

being independent is hard, but being dependent is hard too. It means having to live up to someone else's expectations, supressing your own desires because you cannot defy that which you cannot live without.

So I watch them in their whir of play with a passive envy, while I sit quietly with my hands neatly clasped, my jealous heart finding joy at their falls. I secretly yearn to run and scream faster and louder than the wildest of them, soiling my pretty white dress in a glorious fracas. But I dare not, because I fear I am not strong enough to live with the stains. I shall be ashamed for having done what I wanted.