I watch my friends cherishing their family, calling them their own.
Sharing laughter together and parading their togetherness on the social media.
I speak some empty words too, hoping they were true.
I rely on myself convincing that i'll have a family that i'd love to be with..

When i am with them, they watch me smile and make jokes..
when i am with them, i pretend i am okay...
i dont really want to believe that i am a burden..
wish i too was a blessing like other children.

A part of my little childhood sobs over a broken family and screaming parents.
I want to believe that...