My heart is raging with a fury I can not describe.
It is pounding with the ferocious sound of hurt.
It beats to a rhythm of bewildered frustration.
It wants to explode with the sheer cruelty of people's actions.
Honestly, I can't seem to write anything beyond those lines. My hands tremble with the frustration that's coursing through my veins. I usually ignore it when I'm mistreated. I usually let it slide when people seem to forget that I have feelings. I let it be when others take me for granted because I have always been the strong one; the one that can control her feelings; the one who's strong enough to withstand people's ways of oblivious neglect.
Well, I am human. I feel emotions like every other human being. I hurt like humans, and guess what I also cry like humans when they feel like they've been wronged. Some forms of cruelty know no bounds. Some forms of cruelty become so hurtful that even the strongest of us can't stand the betrayal. You let it slip once, then a second time, and probably another thousand times; yet you never dare speak of how much it hurts. Well, I am human, and I can only handle so much.
It takes me by surprise when they are so blind to what they are doing. It shocks me that it's so normal for them to do what they do. It leaves me dumbfounded to see that it has NO effect on them. Nothing. Not a whisper of guilt; not even an inkling of it. No "I'm sorry", no forewarning, not even the strength to talk to me straightforward. Nothing but cowardly ways of enlightening me of their betrayal.
I am taken for granted. No, my feelings are taken for granted. My strength is taken for granted. I may be able to handle a LOT of what you throw at me, but there are days when even I have my moments of weakness. I am in a vulnerable state, and they are so blind to it that it has me gaping at their audacity.
No guilt. No remorse. Nothing. Like nothing even happened. That, more than anything in the world, is what kills my spirit. That everything I want, say, or even do is of little significance to them. I am strong, and I can handle so much, but there comes a point when my heart weeps for the unjust ways it has been treated. It can only take so much; I can only endure so much. They know nothing of the ache they've caused, nor the lump that is stuck in my throat, nor the unshed tears that well up in me; they no nothing and they will never know anything. A vicious cycle never to end.
It is pounding with the ferocious sound of hurt.
It beats to a rhythm of bewildered frustration.
It wants to explode with the sheer cruelty of people's actions.
Honestly, I can't seem to write anything beyond those lines. My hands tremble with the frustration that's coursing through my veins. I usually ignore it when I'm mistreated. I usually let it slide when people seem to forget that I have feelings. I let it be when others take me for granted because I have always been the strong one; the one that can control her feelings; the one who's strong enough to withstand people's ways of oblivious neglect.
Well, I am human. I feel emotions like every other human being. I hurt like humans, and guess what I also cry like humans when they feel like they've been wronged. Some forms of cruelty know no bounds. Some forms of cruelty become so hurtful that even the strongest of us can't stand the betrayal. You let it slip once, then a second time, and probably another thousand times; yet you never dare speak of how much it hurts. Well, I am human, and I can only handle so much.
It takes me by surprise when they are so blind to what they are doing. It shocks me that it's so normal for them to do what they do. It leaves me dumbfounded to see that it has NO effect on them. Nothing. Not a whisper of guilt; not even an inkling of it. No "I'm sorry", no forewarning, not even the strength to talk to me straightforward. Nothing but cowardly ways of enlightening me of their betrayal.
I am taken for granted. No, my feelings are taken for granted. My strength is taken for granted. I may be able to handle a LOT of what you throw at me, but there are days when even I have my moments of weakness. I am in a vulnerable state, and they are so blind to it that it has me gaping at their audacity.
No guilt. No remorse. Nothing. Like nothing even happened. That, more than anything in the world, is what kills my spirit. That everything I want, say, or even do is of little significance to them. I am strong, and I can handle so much, but there comes a point when my heart weeps for the unjust ways it has been treated. It can only take so much; I can only endure so much. They know nothing of the ache they've caused, nor the lump that is stuck in my throat, nor the unshed tears that well up in me; they no nothing and they will never know anything. A vicious cycle never to end.
