A brief thought on my smiling face.
This smile that I have on my face, I put it on when I got dressed. Its part of my ensemble to make me look my best. My happiness is a personal goal set that I’ve met. I felt I derseve all the happiness I can get. My mother is triffling and my father who knows all the secrets of my life still yet to unfold. I remember being home alone and hungry waiting for someone to come home. Deep down I knew things would be more clear when I got grown. I knew the whole time I’ve been in this world that I was on my own. None of my family would help and the advice I got was you’ll figure it out. I had no one to show me what a good life was all about. Now that I’ve gotten all the sadness and frustration away from me. I see that those things had everything to do with growing up in a dysfunctional family. This smile that I have on my face that I put on everyday I get dressed, it comes from knowing that bad things can turn good. The ones who wronged me get exactly what they should. My family had to be out of my life in order for me to be a good mother and wife. So many times I wished for more from my family. I wanted those happy birthdays, love, and gifts. Instead I got nothing but quotes and broken shit. I am so happy and so blessed to have come out so well from that dysfunctional mess! This smile that I have on my face that I put on everyday I get dressed, I put it there to remind myself that out of darkness comes success!
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