Messed Up

I lived conforming with the social rules, project the best possible person the society deemed as pleasing, nice and smart.

Hopes of creating a life greater and far better, is everything that is injected in my intellect long as I can remember. All things I do is to create a name free from influence and offer it to my parents, so they can boast with pride and tell every soul that I am their daughter and they are my parents.

In that moment, when you realize that growing is not only about getting bigger and taller. I started to feel an unknown void inside, giving me an incomplete life to live with most tears in every night.

I am perplexed to achieve a feat for every person to have the reason to look-up for me, and yet I don't feel good at all.

The stares have gone heavier and heavier. Each praise have become a mess in my consciousness.

I can't stop thinking to find an answer, and the never ending search of the labyrinth feeling of unknown. Yet, the answer is as slippery as a thin iced lake.

This is a story, My story.
Of the world around, and the world I know. Messed up and perfectly carved in all the wrong places.