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I have become a shell of a person,
disgruntled, easily angered,
perpetually depressed.

How did I turn out this way?

Looking at scattered photographs
reveals a different picture.

I was happy once,
naive, but unequivocally hopeful.

Now sadness and rage reside
behind the smile.

An unmistakenable emptiness
is evident in my eyes.

Why did I become so disheartened?

What happened in my past that

destroyed my innocence?

I may have an absentee father
and an overly critcal mother.

I may have distant relatives
in more ways than one.

But are these excuse enough
to have lost my joy?

Where once I held loved ones close,
now I stand far apart,

I maintain a space for my hatred
for this so-called family.

These are people who have hurt me
in inexpressable ways.

They have hardened my heart
and stolen my smile.