Ixlusions

I hate it here, everyone is acting different, treating me different and what happened to “you’re our nice, sweet child?” Where did that go and why is my home with all the windows open is so suffocating all of a sudden. I don’t want to stay here I want to runaway but then I realize how brutal it is out there and that makes me feel like to go back in my bubble but the sad part is this that the people who are protecting my bubble ain’t the real ones. This also makes me realize that all my imaginations are just “imaginations” for a reason and I also hate the fact that “a happy, loving family” is also just a part of my imagination, an illusion and that’s why all of this sucks and this is the reason I wanna stop time but I don’t want to stop it here, I wanna go somewhere back in time when we were just kids and everything was ok, not just for me but for my family too. We were not perfect back then either but atleast we all were mentally healthy, our smiles were real and our home actually used to feel like home.

As I grow older, I’ve beginning to wonder that who else out of us is just faking it? Who else among us pretending to be someone they’re not?

I’m curious of finding who will have the courage of coming out fine from this regardless how the things are turning out for us?

I am looking forward to it.

– Sanjana