you got potential.

everybody does.

the thing is...

you got to believe it.

The pain i feel is fluid yet solid.

My screams unheard yet unforgettable.

When will the time come for us to be honest with each other?

you asked me

why i am

always alone.

i didn't respond.

Not because i didn't want to

But because even i didn't know why.

i just looked at you

and thought

'how nice it is to be yourself'

i then decided to give you

a genuine smile.

but then, you asked me

why i was crying.

you were confused.

i could read through

the twitching

of your eyes

and the way you

stared at me

that you were thinking

i was sick, strange, and cold.

i didn't reply,

and keep looking at you.

i wondered

'why i always feel empty

when someone tries to get

closer.'

i tried to tell you

about my pain

and my reality

but the words

never got past

my trembling lips.

you didn't see them shaking.

you didn't see me

shaking as i recalled

my rare moment of

false happiness.

you thought that

i was ignoring you,

that i was.... i

don't know...

maybe you thought

that i was

An absolute asshole

for keeping the

silence between us.

i wasn't ignoring you.

i was recalling

my loneliness.

all the time

i smiled

without feeling anything.

all the time

i laughed

but felt empty inside.

all the time

i joked around

tearing my inside

to hold back the truth.

I just..

i just didn't know what to tell

you.

they say hatred is no solution to heal an old wound.

they avoid looking into my eyes,

heads looking in another direction while begging for my forgiveness,

denying the hurt their words brought upon me,

forgetting that even a just ‘you’ can shake the strongest,

forgetting that we are supposed to be equal,

believing their wrongs would eventually fade,

man-kind keeps on uttering words so beautifully wrong in this symphony of life

Dark, threatening, ominous,

your color is black.

dressed in a ripped somber cloak,

you profess the end of humankind.

Roaming the city in search of

dead souls,

you crawl your way into

the mind of sinners

and reveal the truth

of their ugliness

you adopt the skin of manslayer

and the skin of man savior.

You dedicate your life to your single task

with ardent fervor while making sure to

remind us of the importance of living.

it’s frightening how

one can mask his

pain behind many

calculated gestures.

Earth weeps.

She watched drearily as humans crawled out of her pores.

She wonders if the medicine she took had done its effect.

Will they learn?

Pollution, mass extinctions, wastes...

Will it end?

Discriminations, wars, cruelty...

Will it finally stop?

Sadly, she already knows the answer but still hopes that this time, things will go differently.

I want you to look at me.

Not at the color of my skin

Or the shape of my body,

But at me.

The person that I am

And that you ought to see

Once you have let go of any of your foolish preconceptions.