Everyone's wish is to be rich , but why is my wish and aspiration to be Happy?
I grew up as a happy child
who use to get plenty of love at home
My parents did everything they could to make me happy and have the best Education
never chose love or carrier for me

little did I know id love my enemy who wanted to crash all my lovely childhood
my happiness only because he couldn't get it
it hurts that I want to rewrite my story
If I could turn back the hands of time
I'd go back to unmeet my enemy

everything I used to love now feels like the most things I hate , but writing in what I feel is what has remained , I'm still loved like I was at home but I am a little broken
which will look like I am the problem
whilst I was made the problem with the words that crushed my soul , how ugly I would told I was , how being skinny wasn't attractive
how dumb I was , how writing was just a piece of paper , how many beautiful girls were before me ...

only if I could learn how all of that was he's reflection of how he hated himself id be happy again

And if I could learn to write everything bad thing that has happened to me to learn to hate him ...I swear I'd be happy again
But my fear is meeting the worse

...will I ever be happy again?
© Ingrid grace