When I was born, I ruled this world. My mother and father
listened to everything I said and bought me everything I wanted because they
either loved me so much or I broke their ears. Time passed by, I had everything
I wanted and still nothing I wanted. Every time I looked into my room there was
one more of the things my friends had that I didn’t. I grew up looking more at
others than looking at my own. The more I added, the happier I thought it was
going to get me.
I now sit in the middle of my room, looking around all
things that my parents bought me. I am not sure if I should remember the
irritation that I caused when they bought it for me or to remember of my times
to keep up with my friends or foes.
Where are my parents now? When I want them to buy me happiness
in their laughs? In the super tasty food that my mum made for me which I threw
away in anger?
Where are the friends that I was trying to keep up with?
Where am I right now?
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