Overthinking The Idea Of Unrequited Love.

Overthinking the idea of “unrequited love”.

I am breathing, I am alive.

I have been searching for the reason I am alive, cliche.

And I know the reason. My parents wanted me to exist. Against my will.

It gets tiring knowing that there will always be people better than you, your parents know it too. But instead of encouraging you, they compare you to them, relentlessly making you feel like a small speck of dust that will never be able to move a mountain. They know they want their child to be better, to make them proud. So, they choose to dictate what the child does in life, manipulate them into doing what the parents wanted to do, making the child think that they want to do it.

I am breathing, I am born, I am alive.

But at what cost?

Both. Both are true.

i am pathologically homesick for the lives i could have lived

I don't like people coming over.

My heart feels uneasy

My safe haven, invaded, judged, torn apart-

Your mind sparks my curiosity,

Do you judge me for being a mess inside my haven?

I am uneasy

Discarded memories, come haunting me.

Fools stay ignorant,

I am one,

Yet i am not a fool.

~ awatre