Letter to the Society
Dear Society,
Have you always been this messed, or is it just me?
Am I the only one who finds you wrong or do you deceive others too?
You pretend that you are there to help, to welcome; but all you ever do is push me to the edge. The pounding screams inside my head, aren't these all your voices?
They confront me, persuade me, threaten me. Oh, how I try to make them stop, but they never really do. They just get dimmed a little as I throw a cloth of confidence and self-love on them, but they never disappear completely, They cling to me like a second skin and try to hide my flaws. That red lipstick which invites. The scars on my hand that scare. The fat around my thighs from which you look away. I go out late at night because it is a free nation.... Or is it really? You put labels on my face, my heart, my brain and still expect me to stay.
All of the barriers that I built about me have started to crumble. I have rebuilt them so many times that I don't think I can anymore. You say you love me and that you will protect me, but why do you never show up at the right time?
Why do you always keep me waiting?
Is it because I'm not beautiful enough, or is it because I think differently from all your brainwashed puppets?
I know I can never change you unless you want to.But I'll try or bid goodbye trying, 'coz I know I'm not a coward like you and all this will be worth it in the end.
From
One of your own
Have you always been this messed, or is it just me?
Am I the only one who finds you wrong or do you deceive others too?
You pretend that you are there to help, to welcome; but all you ever do is push me to the edge. The pounding screams inside my head, aren't these all your voices?
They confront me, persuade me, threaten me. Oh, how I try to make them stop, but they never really do. They just get dimmed a little as I throw a cloth of confidence and self-love on them, but they never disappear completely, They cling to me like a second skin and try to hide my flaws. That red lipstick which invites. The scars on my hand that scare. The fat around my thighs from which you look away. I go out late at night because it is a free nation.... Or is it really? You put labels on my face, my heart, my brain and still expect me to stay.
All of the barriers that I built about me have started to crumble. I have rebuilt them so many times that I don't think I can anymore. You say you love me and that you will protect me, but why do you never show up at the right time?
Why do you always keep me waiting?
Is it because I'm not beautiful enough, or is it because I think differently from all your brainwashed puppets?
I know I can never change you unless you want to.But I'll try or bid goodbye trying, 'coz I know I'm not a coward like you and all this will be worth it in the end.
From
One of your own
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