I was born the third child of my family,and ended up with five siblings.Yet I was born alone,and grew up alone.I spent a few years here and there at school surrounded by many faces,I went to camp,surrounded by laughter.Yet I was alone.At family reunions I sat alone,in the cafeterias I sat alone.No one ever saw how broken this made me,no one knew how much damage was being done.I faked a smile,I would even laugh,just to keep the pain to myself so I would suffer alone.Alas like many poor souls in this world,I was born alone,and alone i will die.
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Doru
03:26 Feb 14 2018
Not all scars show
And not all wounds heal.
Sometimes you never truly see,
the pain that someone feels.