Misused and mistrusted, they asked me to open up.
Overridden by guilt and fear, I asked myself, was I really good enough?
They wanted to help,
As I confessed, I just did not want to do this anymore.
I had myself convinced you see,
I was way beyond those.
I wasn’t destined for greatness as I gave up on false hope.
I smiled and played along,
As I carried the pain in my heart.
I was ready to give up with the cuts and blows,
Till I realise the world still needed me more.
For I could go on solving their problems and laughing in the crowds,
Till I was alone in my room when darkness aroused.
Till I let myself be consumed by all my emotions I kept at bay,
Who would I turn to? when all they did was stare.
So, I told myself no one would understand and shut the doors behind me,
Till I realised those who tried to help were standing right beside me.
So maybe I will reach out once more,
Let them shine the light back into my life.
Maybe there is still time before the darkness reaches my eyes?
Maybe this time, I will let them know
All those times when I am feeling low?
Not treat this as a passing phase, but one I need to address.
Maybe this time I’ll dust myself off and go back to the start,
Treat the pain and wear them like battle scars.
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