She didn’t say much, but she always knew what to say. She was the kind of person who thought more than she spoke. She had so many things to say, but no one would listen, so she decided to keep quiet instead. She found a new way to speak, a way to say what she was thinking without having to open her mouth. She wrote it down. She observed all the pain and wrote it down somewhere where no one would see it. She saw straight through the false exterior, the facade.
All her life she tried to be the best version of herself and always saw the good in people, but now she sees the bad, or maybe the truth. The people she thought were her friends turned out to be the serpent beneath the flowers. They were slowly poisoning her from the inside out. If looks could kill… Their faces, their judgemental eyes pierced through her like daggers. She could feel the chills run up and down her spine with each cold glare.
She tried to block out the noise, but there was a constant buzz. It was the whispering, the hushed words spoken about her. With each lie, a part of her soul and sanity died, along with the truth. All the lies spread produced a heavy fog which drifted in the air, it was a blanket of pollution, created by them. They were poisoning the air with their poisonous tongues which hisses words of hate. The smell of fear lingered in the air too, her fear. She was too afraid to speak, for every time she did a, seemingly harmless, “friend” would twist her poetry into a rope, and with that rope, they would hang her in front of everyone. She would be exposed and alone. As she wept, they all laughed.
Society is filled with judgemental hypocrites and sad people with happy faces. There was one person who could see through that and they killed her. They took a beautiful person and turned her into another used object, purely used as a form of entertainment. She had all these profound and interesting things to say, but now she has swallowed them. She could taste the words tingling her tongue and lingering on her lips., just waiting to come out, but she has taped her mouth. The temptation will no longer exist.
Society took a gifted young girl and silenced her. They took away her voice. We blame society, but we are society. If you ask her what’s wrong you won’t get an honest reply, you’ll simply get an “I’m fine.” She wanted the world to know what they’d done to her, how they broke her. She is broken. She is… me.
If you find the courage to speak, what would you say to the world?
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