Ruins of False Hopes

I was not meant to be happy. I was born to be a dreamer. I was born full of hopes and faith so I could afford to dream. But I will never reach them. By the time I will have the means to reach my dreams, it might be too late. Sometimes I feel I’m filling up with hate, but that will do nothing for me. I was meant to make others happy. I was meant to be that someone others can lean on. I was meant to be the super strong friend, sister, cousin, person anyone can depend on. I was meant to be someone for others. But I was not meant to be happy. Even if I choose to be, and even if I think happy thoughts, even if I get all of Tinkerbell’s fairy dusts, I can never fly… but I know, in time, I will find Neverland… only then will I be at peace… only then will I find real happiness…