Sometimes I just sit down and watch people.
Watch how their life works.
How it's so different from mine.
My childhood was lonely.
There wasn't much of my mom.
There was nothing of my father.
Since he left when I was 2.
Seeing other families so happy.
So bonded together.
It makes me wish my childhood was different.
However, sometimes I wonder, are they always happy? Are they always like this even when they're at home? Can one family truly be happy? No fights, no scoldings, no abandonment.
But as I grow older, I start to understand better, that no family can always be happy 24/7. That's not normal. That's unrealistic. There's always going to be ups and downs.
It's just different for every family. That's just how life works.
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PoetryJust thoughts being written down in words to make it make sense even when sometimes it doesn't.
