My story is very peculiar to me.
As much as I would wish to be like you,
I’ll still love to have my story.
It’s very emotional and ugly,
I love it.
‘Cos its mine
Don’t expect me to be like you.
Don’t expect me to think like you.
Don’t expect me to see things the way you do.
We thread towards different paths,
Going to a different place.
Even though we meet at some point.
It’s just a part of the story.
Which adds up to the whole differently.
It’s my story, not yours.
No matter how uninteresting it is.
I love my story.