Oh gosh, this **** is killing me
I hate the way I am
I am hateful and so ******* jealous
But also I am kind, amicable, sweet and all those
stupids things.

I am not good for this things
or for write what I feel
But here I am
Writing in this ******* ****.

Ha! Like if I like doing this
This is not my thing
Usually, I don’t express myself and I keep it
all for me

I don’t like to share them
I think that I am just catching attention
So I better shut up.
To be honest, I am more hateful than amicable.

I feel like I am just a decoration
When someone needs me, they come to me
But when they don’t, they left me
And I am getting used to.

But u wanna know one thing?
I think I am happy
Yes, Happy
Because I know that this is my life and that
I will never have someone always by my side.