If in a situation where you see someone,
As brave, independent, kind and strong.
Behind the curtain, you will see.
A person who keeps a lot of bruises,
holes, wounds.
If not something your eyes can see,
Is something inside that person.
Emotionally and mentally.
When the world treated them as a
threat and nuisance,
They, who, rather than voicing out and defending themselves,
Would rather stay silent.
Even when their hearts were already
in pieces.
Begging and crying.
There was a hint of patience on their faces.
Unbeknownst to anyone,
was a face of a survivor.
A survivor since the very first day.
When they noticed a slight change in
those eyes,
They became wild.
Wild enough to hurt those survivors.
To a point where they demanded
a forgiveness.
When they didn’t deserve to be forgiven.
Unbeknownst to them, those survivors were actors.
In which for the sake of their group,
they stayed silent.
Forgetting and moving on.
I would like this to be the last time.
For everything that reminds me of pain.
I don’t want to look at the sky just so
I can feel ease.
Not anymore.
I hate it when I have to sleep with nightmare still lingers on my mind.
And waking up with an absolute
disgust of myself.
I promise to myself…
this suffering ends here.
-MAIE-
