I was told to think of my childhood, but what happens if you cannot remember much?
From my early childhood the only thing I remember is when I was three picking dandelions in the back yard , oh such joy back then. Kindergarten I was teased, but didn't think of it much.
What happened to such happiness that it would be taken away by the age of 5.
Now at age 12 sever depression, anxiety, mental-illnesses.
I remember dark, crowded hallways full of mean words. People crowding, staring, shoving.
There are the cheerleaders paying no attention. There are the populars calling us losers. There are the bullies beating us down. There are the outcasts. There is me; I am only a shadow in the darkness, passed by and tossed out.
I was asked to think of a flip perspective; of an opposite to what I had written; a happy side. I couldn't think of anything. I had to go to my parents and ask.
I used to spend time with my maternal grandparents. I would play tag with my cousin. I used to be joyful.
What would happen to such happiness disappearing into the abyss?
Giggling girls, young kids, care-free became hatred and a depressed misery.
Yelling, I've heard since I was a baby. The most prominent thing I remember:
Yelling, screaming, crying. "We'll work it out." Well I think it time to quit because you've been trying to work it out for the past 16 years.
I'm deaf. I'm blind. I'm alone. I'm dead.
Maybe I was happy once, but there is not much worth remembering.
Maybe I was happy once, but there is not much worth remembering.
