I was nothing but a puzzle to them.
My fate was sealed in a once unopened box with the promising future of a utopian existence.
Until you took me out of my box and unraveled the complexity beyond my existence. It was then that you grew tired and left my pieces scattered all over the place until I was shoved back into a box.
Forgotten and never to be put back together.
BINABASA MO ANG
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
