I know I am not alone...

I was nine that time whenI felt I was incomplete. I felt that way because my parents were not so close to me, even my brothers and sistes. The reason was very easy that they did not like me and that I was different. I felt such feelings of being abandoned and scorned. I kept that feelings inside me because I did not want to make stories of my own that I was neglected and wanted to get everyone's attention. I am not like that. Yes, I was abandoned because I was not one of them. I was one of those who were unfortunate, rejected by time. To tell, I am ugly. I am not pleasing to look at. Others would say that I was a monster living behind the shadows of darkness. To think I was. I could hardly escape the reality that what they teased or told me that I was a monster was true. I was a moster with that scary face.

That is why I believe I am not part in my family, and I do not belong to this very cahotic world. If I were not, how and why? I could no longer live the life in miseries and pains. I shouldn't live such painful life but I was.

However, in the long run, I knew I was not alone. I thought that Iwas alone before, but for these years I believed that I had with the others who had the same sentiments and feelings the same as I experienced. I have known many people who have had the same emotions or should I say the same heartaches and sufferings.

I met a few. As I knew them, I learned that life is not so cruel for there are those who are happy to face the suffering. There are those who are willing to sacrifice and to be hurt. In other words, there are those who are martyr enough to say we are good though in the deeper side of their hearts they are crying. Yet, I am one of them and I have to survive like grassroots that would choose to live after burning them into the sizzling heat of fire.

Now, as I know and meet them I feel I am complete. I am complete because I am one of those who play the same role and contribute to the play of life. I dance with the rhythm life for there is music of hope; I cry for I have tears; and I laugh for I have the mouth. In a simple line, I have life. And, whatever this life keeps going, I know myself. I have to move on. I have to grasp the things around.