how sad it is for people who can't be happy for who they are.
there's this stingy feeling in their hearts when they speak of their families..
why does it feel so unnatural?...vague....
looking at their mothers, looks as if they are looking through a kaleidoscope..
where something you thought what is...isn't.
where one thing...is a lot of things...or nothing.

it's all about family.
family used to be the center of her life...
it defined her, overshadowed, tore her apart,
where everything she stands on crumbles to the ground
if it doesn't please them...
it matters to them everything she does.
the way she looks.
the way she stands.
the way she speaks.
the way she thinks.
the way she laughs.
the ways she eats.
the way she sleeps.
the way she moves.
the person she loves.
the friends she have.
the pets she owned.
nothing ever pleases them.
and all these broke her heart.

and all these broke their hearts.