i hate holidays,
Special occasions
anything to remind me
How fucked up everything is.
i used to dream of those days
i used to fantasize as a child
of the bond
the love
the happiness
Family
what is it exactly?
my loved ones are gone
my hated ones are here to stay
they showed me how family is nothing
Just a mere concoction of personas
Jabbing at each other
Almost killing each other of hate, of envy
I'm sorry to my young self
The me,
who had to have her dream demolished so early
The me,
Who's childhood was a sandcastle
And reality was the wave
It brushed everything away
And revealed what shouldn't be portrayed
I'm lonely
In a room full of DNA
