Dear Pal,
Do you know what it is like to live a life where you are caged ?
Where you are everything, you never asked for.
Where everyday is just burden and obligations?
Where everyday is just another stress and mental break down?
I am living a life in mask. I mask this pretty little smile and pretentious act of "Being okay."
Sometimes, this tangled knots stabs me so hard, I feel myself bleeding red.
At times I even feel my tears wailing more than it should. I cry my night to sleep. As I close my eyes, it just reflects every trauma I witnessed when I was just a child.
It remembers the torture, the hue and cry, the fights and the pain.
So explicitly that I cry...
Such a life it is. Worrisome and burdensome