Oh how I wished to be the teen who's biggest problems were her love life. To worry about my dress for prom. About the pimple above my left eye. But no. Life was not so forgiving to me. I worry about my next meal. I worry if this time you took one too many. I worry that the life I know will never stops crumbling under my feet. And I worry that the girl in the mirror is but a reflection of the ones who brought her in this world.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The haunting
Puisi☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
