Wednesday, November 7, 2012

No Match





Born not where she grew up.

Saw the first sunlight in the country she has never seen again.

Started smiling then laughing, crawling, walking then finally talking.

Grew up for three years without seeing her  father.

She was shocked - The first time she saw her father

She hated him

Doesn't know the language since she entered elementary - it was hard for her.

Her mom was always there to support, care and love her.

Failed Filipino Subject twice. - it was fine.

Found some friends and built strong relationships with them.

Graduated elementary without flying colors.

Entered high school

Found new friends and experienced love.

This time, she knows the language already.

Doesn't fail Filipino subject but Failed Algebra - it was fine.

She started to seek freedom from her strict mother.

Things go wrong, her dad got seriously sick.

Her father died.

Her mother was really despondent and she was too.

She's strong.

She moved on as she continues to seek for freedom.

Fell in love again.

Graduated High school without flying colors.

Entered College. She's still in love.

she woke up realizing this "wrong move"

The boy cheated many times.

She forgives quickly.

Again, she woke up with "wrong move"

Left him and moved on.

Got stronger, smarter, wiser.

She found new friends, different from her High School peers.

she feels maturing.

Found new love

Tried love differently.

This time, she didn't take it slowly. Things happened fast.

This new love made her so happy.

College peers fought  - it broke her heart.

She can't do anything.

She was able to get her freedom but still with limits.

She's happy.

She go to school but doesn't study.

She's practically lazy.

But she knows her responsibilities.

She's free, happy and in love.

Made wrong decisions in life but managed to stand again.



and it's me..stood up from the grave that ate me alive..

I smile outside but people don't know what i have been trough.

This fucking monologue is no match to the things that really happened to me.

They are just too private.







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