It's weird how our worst memories can be the most clearest, how the pain can last a life time no matter how hard you try to forget.

How our experiences shape us into the person we are destined to be and how we have no control over that,
was I always supposed to be so lost?
                                                  - desperate?
                                                  - lonely?
                                                  - ashamed?

Learning of the skeletons in our closets, some we didn't know existed.
yet I'm the one left feeling like I'm in the wrong, I'm the outsider, the alien, the intruder. I shouldn't be here.

And yet I'm so loved and loved like I belong exactly where I am.