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Who is she?


I never felt it The love that was intended for me She didn't saw me Because she was never there I was jealous To my classmates, cousins, and neighbors They are happy With their whole families together I was happy, an incomplete happiness Someone is not there beside me When I needed her for comfort Instead, I find my own comfort by myself Jealousy was the worst thing I can have It gave me pain to face the reality That I will never have a good, happy family life Just like what a family should have The love that I have been asking for existed I just didn't notice where it came from I was eager to get the love that I can't have When I was over fed with love ever since I have been happy with my family since I was a child They have seen me grow up Saw my struggles, and accomplishments And made me grow of who I am today Years passed, someone took me out of my known family She claimed herself as my mother But it never felt it that way She was more of a stranger to me Confused, uncertain, and happy Everything felt unrealistic I didn't know what to say nor what to react Because I've never known her all my life She made me confused Made me think that everything that I have experienced were faux That made me feel uncertain That I didn't really know who I am Who am I? Who are you? Why am I even here? I don't know Everything felt unknown Felt as if everything was false Everything is new As she came into my life I felt irritated, and annoyed I didn't like it at all I am longing my family who brought me up For they made me realize, who I really am All I want is for her to look at me Love me, and talk to me Like a mother should do I wish I grew up in her care So that I won't be confused to whom I belong
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camzmil
Part of my life story

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