I look like my mom, and I look like my brother.

The two people who have disappointed me the most, unfortunately.

We share similar facial expressions and have good genes from our ancestors, thank you for that blessing, however.

I look in the mirror, I’m reminded of pain.

Why is it I look like them, because we’re not the same.

I can see them in the mirror, still so much pain.

We once loved each other and now we’re estranged.

I never imagined I’d experience this type of pain. Maybe from some unknown causes or a stranger, but not someone who you call your mother or your brother.

It’s not fair. Once again it has to be me to make a final decision, but I’m not ready yet, and maybe that is the answer. I have to stick with my gut, no longer feeling guilty for how far you’ve pushed me.

I can trust again, but I can’t trust you.

Why do I have to look like them, again reminded of the times, but this time it’s for good. Too bad we didn’t have more of those times, when life was simple and jealousy and greed weren’t in the picture.

I’ve coped and got over a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean what happened never did.

I see things for what they are, no longer what I wished them to be.

It is what it is, funny how they would say the same.

But when I do, it’s not that I given up it’s that I stopped giving a fuck…

Why do I have to look like them, I use to think it was cool sharing similarities from our relatives.

But then you’re reminded of the times, the good and the bad, and it’s sad when you can’t relate to them like you once had…

Now it’s time to move different, think different, and speak different. Surround yourself with different people, create a new sense of living.

You’re doing better, feeling better, and coming out of the dark hole. It’s different now, and you’re beginning to look a lot more like yourself.

You are becoming whole.

❤ Moj0