Once upon a time, I was once a girl who wanted to make my parents proud. I did everything on my own despite all the struggles I've suffered, never once had I asked them for help. But regardless of it all, what awaited at the end broke me, I followed all their rules, I did whatever they told me, that in the process I lost myself. I lost the ability to love genuinely, the ability to be happy because' of the sole reason to make them proud. I did make them proud but it cost me my rights to be happy, to do things I've always wanted to do, the rights of being a child. They put a heavy burden on my shoulders at a young age, they put all their hopes and dreams onto me. I was separated from them at a young age to learn, disregarding my feelings they left me at a place foreign to me, there I've suffered greatly. When I wanted to get out of there they threatened me with their lives, the pain of losing them, my brittle heart can't bare it. For years I've endured being far from them but when I finally came back in their hands they seemed more foreign to me, I couldn't even see the parents who were once caring and affectionate. They only see me as a disappointment now. While I needed their support they turned their backs to me, they only remembered me when they needed something from me. I regretted it greatly, pretending to be strong, pretending that I can do it even when I can't, pretending like I don't need their help, *chuckles bitterly* now I'm suffering from it. I wish I could turn back time to undo it all, but regrets always comes last when all is done, when we can no longer undo the things we did, we can only regret it.
