It took me a long time
To realize what had happened.
All this while I was blaming them
For the way I was.
It was me who made all the mistakes…
Mistake of trusting them,
Believing in them,
Thinking they were mine.
I thought I was loved less…
How wrong was I..
Coz’ I was never loved at all.
I thought they wanted good for me,
Alas, good was never present.
I thought a lot of things,
Perhaps how wrong was I…
My parents were never mine,
It was never their mistake
Coz’ I was the one who had mistaken
That I was theirs
But it turns out that
I was never theirs….
My brains more like one of those machines in pool locker rooms that you put wet swim clothes in. It violently shakes the contents inside and you have to keep the lid pushed down or blorbos go flying everywhere.
no, YOU have a microwave brain that slowly rotates blorbos. I have a washing machine brain that rotates AND soaks them and sometimes things get a little intense and it starts going THUNK THUNK THUNK and nearly breaks itself because of blorbo overload