Dont force me to face my feelings if the way I deal with it is by surpressing them.
Life is worth so much, feelings are so special and we should embrace each one
But you cannot force someone to feel the things they dont want to.
Im too rational to not be okay,
But im too spiritual to not feel.
So as long as you dont ask if im ok,
I shall be okay
And I will stay that way
Some feelings are perhaps meant to be hidden
Swallowed like a pill,
Resisted and forgotten.
Although the last thing you will do is forget
It be born just so it could be hid
Like a painting that cannot meet anyone's eyes
Or a melody that cannot fall on any ears.
Kept somewhere special.
Somewhere the sun does not shine and time does not exist.
A place even vacuums envy.
There's different kinds of broken-
Smashed glass,
Chipped wood,
Frayed knots,
And there's different kinds of strong-
How an egg or a womb can keep a life,
How a metal wire can keep the cable cars up,
How propellers keep planes flying.
And strengthening does not mean fixing,
Fixing does not mean bringing back into a whole,
It does not mean reassembling and gluing the broken parts back together.
It's more of adapting to the current state until it grows back to its original size, the size of stability and security.
Alike are humans.
Some are broken by relationships, some failure and some from the voices inside their heads.
But they all are strengthened by different things, their art, their loved ones, or some by the voices inside their hearts.
Let's all seek to understand that no person's struggle is worth less than another.
Let's seek to understanding each other.
I'd sing my heart out
Even if you were to cover your ears
Even if you were to scream and beg me to shut up
But once you smile and offer a praise but turn around and make a face,
That's when i'd probably stop.
The best way to break someone is to be on their side first.
And that's such an evil thought.
But it's true
In a parallel universe,
I'd message you first.
I'd ask for your favourite quotes-
the ones which got you through the toughest times.
the ones which you think of in joy, that fills your heart with glee.
I'd ask for your prayers,
I'd tell you things i'd never tell anyone else.
I'd make you the stranger i'm closest to.
But in this universe,
I'd overthink
And end up doing nothing-
Besides waiting for your impossible start of an improbable conversation.
"I hate liars,"
You said as you told a stranger that your name was Valerie.
"She's selfish,"
You claim as you refuse to share your food with your sister.
"Such a bitch,"
You snickered as you laugh at her struggling figure.
You're changing but I don't hate it,
But the new you hates me.
