Hating You Was My Choice

Real life is not easy to begin with, it is a time ticking bomb were a timer runs without hesitation nor it gets delay. When the timer sets to stop it burst into million pieces and no one could ever put it back. When mess was in state of chaos, troubles and struggles are part of it. A never ending tears running down my cheeks, and a spinning head depriving me from peace are signals blinking we need to halt. And that a plan should be done with Him if we want freedom, and assurance. Life teaches us no money no glory, its a sad truth but it is. Wait till you become, that's what my teacher said but for me I will never wait instead I'll work for it. It may not be my time today but I believed soon it will be mine. I feel less and unworthy right now, I was never a part of their life nor a plan, I was always a second choice and no one else was there, they will only remember me if they need something or if they could ask me to do something, I will never complain about that because I think that was my field of purpose, it is okay if no one sees my hardwork, its fine it really is but sorry if I had enough. Im fine to serve anyone but please dont give me scars that are impossible to cure.