Sometimes I look at PAZ and I thought of seeing my self. 

I get irritated hearing her crying over smallest of things. And yet, I knew I was like that..still am. 

I get fed up seeing her throwing tantrums. But deep down I know that looks like me. 

I hate to see her get hurt of not able to control her anger. Although...I'm just like that. 

I don't like knowing people ignoring her fury because theyre clueless of how to soothe her. And yes, I just wished someone does not give up on me the way I gave up on her.