Never have I been born to be a woman of submission Who cries in silence for the wrongdoing of a man! Rather walk alone in this world of judgment... Where we are thaught to be dependent... And independence is the dream of many And the freedom of a few... Even though they think differently Those are just mare internal wishes Disguised as beliefs Infiltrated into our heads And distorting so much of what’s meant to be... and so we accept And so we forgive And then we pretend we are ok Because somewhere somehow Our “values” were stronger than our happiness and self-respect... Because is easier to stay than walk away Is scary to open that door And walk to the unknown start all over again something new.
The anger is real
for the dreams left behind
and the inability to pursue them
a reflection in the mirror
of broken pieces of what we holding down...
Seems real, taught,
The baddest they say...
Overlooked,
The old fairy tale sold turned into a nightmare
A prisoner of your thoughts
doomed to leave as it looks
and to feel as he wishes...
Enough...
She stripped her fear down
touched her naked body
tears down the face
a burden on her shoulder
a life of messed up experiences
and a voice to scream
"No more..."
and she whispers ..."Enough..!"
and she broke free...
Diaries of That Girl... x
Yes... I know... But how worse could it be really?