I want the truth

A Story by Nebula

My life

I never knew my real name
I was like a john doe
A ghost lost in the midst of the happiness of others

I searched for your identity
My mother was too drugged
She did not make the difference
Between reality and the past

You were ashamed of me?
You were afraid of me.
I do not know

One day
I'll find your house
I'll ring your door
I have the right to know my story