I bought a house to live in it.
I bought a car to drive away far.
I bought clothes to look neat and fine.
I bought groceries to cook and eat my meals on time.
While I eat, I look back upon the past and wonder if it’s really mine?

I have a mother who is sweet and lovely but she isn’t what she is supposed to be in front of me.
I have a brother who is a fighter in games of war when played inside the house between Mama and Papa. He stands with Mama cause he knows the pain caused by trauma given by Papa.
I have a father who is hardworking and kind but hides his childhood that he lost over time.
They are my family, I belong to them, but am I really a part of them? Are they really mine?

I grew up over time, living life free and fine, feeling it’s mine.
But over time, I realised it isn’t mine.
The story that I am presenting, it isn’t mine,  it belongs to destiny and time.
I guess What’s Mine isn’t Really Mine.