They are a part of your life but wasn't there /
In that four-cornered white room was when they saw you first innocent and bare/
At the back of the over lapsing memories you remembered you were happy/
Yes, you were supposed to be but what was left is a catastrophe/
You can see the cracks beneath the invincible fault/
Yet you cannot forced something to be back to stop things to haul/
In bold letters of the scrabbling penmanship the FAMILY word faded/
Too early to be forgotten before you worked things and could've made it/

What was too much to ask?/
Is a little girl not entitled to her dream to gradually grow with beautiful eccentric memories but just to bitterly grow up so fast?/
The stitches in our life if mend by hand would take unseen afterlife to heal/
That the frigid emotion you inflict devours their emotional state and leave them nothingness to feel/

When they are young seeking for your attention tell me why did u give them none?/
But when they get through the phase of the feels of being rejected unwanted you'd call them endearments like "hun"?/
A child would say "embrace me mother, for I feel no love"/
A child would say " protect me father, for I feel so small"/
A child would say " forget it mother, forget it father, for I am strong."/

That child went mayhem through the seasons of winter and fall/
Obliterating their weakness for there was no one when they call/
Revulsion consumes their heart to every beat of seconds the battle of life is everday/
Thinking someday,maybe someday, u would notice them not because of the things they made u believe were flaws but because u just wanted to know if they are ok/
In millions of ppl we're marriage is inevitably to end but has still to continue for the sake of the children/
Where kids were trying their damn best but couldn't express it so well because they also need to be helped /

Maybe I am one, maybe I am not/
But I am still trusting on the paradigm of the stars wherein my fate wasn't sealed with the label of the word "broken" on the
knot/
The picture in our life circumstances wasn't always the same/
Just trust on the hands of the time and by then u can tell that u are ok/
Not bid goodbye to mother nor to father/
When you can show affection to strangers that was labeled as different other/
In somehow and in someways, it's just gonna happen
Someday it will, someday it'll happen
Maybe it will/
Maybe you were just waiting for my death
But whatever it is, my dear family, i am glad that i could write the miseries that I've felt