The purpose of my life

Finally I've opened my eyes to see,
too see that I'm not useless,
in fact,
I was born to bring happiness
into others peoples life.

Noone ever minded if I would be happy,
never minded me if they were happy,
they claimed,
they all clamed to love me
but I have had my doubts.

My life has been somewhat good,
it has been somewhat terrible,
miserable,
it has always had a purpose
the same purpose trough out the years.

I was born to make other people happy,
born, so everyone could look at me,
and say:
“At least our life is not as miserable as her life is”
I gave them comfort and strenght to carry on.

My life has been all about giving,
giving, just to make others happy,
lonely,
never thought about myself,
disrespected myself.



Queeny