Why does it seem like I was the one and only broken one?
Why is this feeling so painful?
Why do people think all my smiles are real?
I wonder why,
No one has ever look me in the eye before,
Why do I never come home to the smell of warm sweet spices but sounds of glass shattering?
Is it karma?
Or is it just me?
Heavens hate me
And I know it.
