my chest's burning like
i'm ready to slam my phone
and i'm just so sick of
adjusting my feelings
revising my words
setting up my smiles
to keep everyone happy
avoid another contrariety
runaway from the reality

a baby born crying then
she was forced to laugh

why do we born
to be weak
to be owned
to recover alone

why do we taught
not to say no
not to be heard
not to be complete

you were right in front of me
but i missed you so bad
like you're not there

you only wanted to be loved
why can't i give it
why can't we
to each other

the train blasts in speed
sends me to the battle field
punch my heart, form a shield
i'm ready for another slit
i wonder what could have changed
cause my wound still bleed the same

i've invited her to
a dark place which
is called my mind and
she stayed with me

i've taken her to
a rushing river which
is called my tears and
she swam in deep

i've walked her through
an eggshells path which
is called my traumas and
she held me tight

i don't even feel like
i need to make her stay
cause she will

i don't hate you
i fear you

we're alike, in many features, they said
but only the two of us understood that
we're standing in different bergs of ice

we enjoy paddling closer to each other
but sometimes the ice water feels so cold

and seeing other stops
weakens another

in the end
we both frozen

and it hurts