And it’s sad that they don’t realize what they’re doing
Each time they deny your rights of being
Of living a life according to you
They don’t exist
Because your life doesn’t belong to you
How can it?
When you’re chained down and told what to think
When you’re constantly abused and raped by demeaning words
That take away from your value as a person
Words that claw at your skin and your eyes
Words that make you see flaws
Words that make you believe their lies
Such a stain and a burden
When we forget what it’s like to exist
When laugh lines become blemish
Instead of a gesture of a happy life
Why do we hold back our thoughts?
Why do we shy away from the idea of being ourselves?
We cry into our pain stained pillows at night
In hopes of alleviating the pain of reality
In hopes that we no longer suffer in our dreams
Like uprooted trees and false fruits
When will we realize that we’re false images of something pretty without any roots?