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 they love me..
but its not love, its their cold responsibility.


I wish a wasnt that cursed child of this tale..
I swear i wish them much love and happiness and wish i wasn't a part of them to cause pain.

They yell that they dont expect anything out of me,
and that they'd be on their own deserted by my cold behavior...
Little do they know tomorrow I want to do something for them full of heart not a forced outshow they did for me.

i wish i was a beautiful flower of the bunch not a deserted rose of dark thorns.
i wish their love was my sunshine.
i wish i'd look complete with them.
wish i was a blessing not a burden....


how do i convey that i hate to be dependent on them....
ask them anything... expect anything from them too...
I wish no child feels this way...
Not all children are blessing.. but a burden...
The worst is, they dint decide to be here.. you did.