#WritcoRapidPrompt1
Ever since I realized between right and wrong, no matter what it is hard to choose right. I want to change into a person with whom no one identifies. I will not look into my past which was deserted and destroyed.
I often used to sit in a corner and stare at the emptiness. The sunshine penetrating my room even couldn't seem to shine anymore. My tears welled up without me knowing and I let them escape so I could breathe. It feels so burden.
What am I supposed to do? This is me, living well under dark shades. My friends didn't know my reality. I can't let them know. I don't want to embarrass myself. I don't want them to pity me. The fact that I was adopted is a relief, me being different from other family is a blessing. I don't know how to play with love, how to kill and choke with affection.
The empire builds up with their blood, sweat, and money, has nothing to do with me. It's a relief. I can't remember the love mother ever showed me, I can't remember the scent of the morsel I ate. It's devastating at fast that I lived a pathetic life, and grew up without the love of my parents and family.
But I will take it as another task from above to live happily and lead my life from now on.

© Ankita Mishra