In the past, when I was little. I thought that I was the happiest person. I thought a lot of attention was paid to me because I was special. Every day I always give a cup of smile to everyone I meet.
Days passed as usual, I received a lot of love with some of the advantages I have. I thought that I was better than all of them.
I didn't realize that I was the weak one. I didn't realize they were acting like that because I was fragile.
I only know that I enjoy their love. Just as I love them.
I thought I was a fairy, it turns out I'm a rose. I thought I was a carrier of happiness, but I was a bearer of pain and sadness.
Here, in this place, I realize that I am the one who should go....