Imitation of life

Your strength is overpowering, in a group you are so strong
You have the power to humiliate, to do all sorts of wrong.
You hide among the others; you refuse to show your face,
Your hurtful words, to you, will vanish with no trace.

But for me that will stay there, gouge a deep wound
I’ll box it in, hide it, and try to keep tuned.
With everybody else, laughing, imitating life,
But always unsure when in a strife.

I used to be brave, standing fearless alone
You peeled that off, and now I’ve become
This scared little thing, who never say no
A good little girl who will never grow.

Though like everybody else, but not quite,
I have this insecurity inside
When really pushed, unable to push back,
The pressure turns inwards, into an aching stack

I’m an empty shell, not truly alive
No positive things inside.
So unsure how to be happy, can’t crack the code
What turn to make on life’s road?

Your vision of me so clouded and blind,
No will to see what’s behind
My fake laugh, my brave act
You just see me overreact.

Unable to dream, not knowing what to want
Just doing the easy thing, avoiding the taunt.
Playing the role of the constant rejected
Anything else will not be accepted.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Working with "unfinished" people is inspiring in many ways, sometimes I get to observe things within the human nature I don't like. The treatment of individuals that are "different" for example. Ruined self esteem is one of the hardest things to repair, and maybe never really fixable?

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