You don't remember my story.
All you can think about is your own.
You cannot heal me.
You are not a healer.
You cannot save me or hide me.
This is my story.
I have to make peace with it.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl who was being torn apart, and in between homes, she learned not to trust.
To always have her guard up.
Sometimes, my life feels like a circle.
A never ending circle.
I don't know how to stop it or change it or change it but when I finally come close, it starts all over again.
Like a whirlwind.
A tornado set out to destroy me.
Sometimes, things start to get better.
Life falls into a new rhythm.
A new normal.
It may not be the best but I've made peace with it.
It feels like almost... I might be happy.
Maybe I can write my own story.
Start from scratch.
Forget the past.
But then, of course, someone makes a choice.
And leaves me alone to figure it out.
Then, when it finally comes close,
It starts all over.
When I close my eyes,
And I see my life,
The life that I imagined,
I see something different from what I see now.
You see what I do,
But you forget why.
You forget what I've heard.
You forget my pain.
I explode inside.
Sometimes slowly.
Sometimes all at once.
But always eventually.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl who was being torn apart.
Maybe, you never thought your path across these valleys or be led up these mountains,
But no one can break the inside of me.
And no one can tell me who I will be.
And the questions looms,
When you have the choice,
Where to go next.
We are stars.
Born of fire.
Wind.
Born into the chaos.
When the winds whip around us and no one stays with us, everything we know was taken away.
But one day...
One day, you will shine.
