Silent Cry

She screams out the pain that she has felt this far..

She cries out the tears that she has kept this far...

She screams and cries..

Wishing there's someone will come..

Wishing there's someone will be so kind to approach her..

To hug her..

To convince her that everything will be alright..

To remind her that she's not alone..

But nobody's come..
Nobody's care...

She screams even louder..

She cries even harder..

"It doesn't make sense! Where is everyone??" 

She shouted with tears in her eyes..

Yes, she is right..

It doesn't make sense because she's in the middle of the crowd..

Yes, she is right..

It doesn't make sense because she has cried her lungs out...

Why nobody even notices?

Not even someone she knows...

Not even a stranger..

Why nobody even notices?

Don't Judge Me!

Have you walked in my shoes?

Have you felt what I felt?
Have you seen what I saw?

I have gone through much..
I have walked through stony road..
I have swum through the wavy sea..
I have gone through all those things..

I know that I have more to come
I have still a long long road to go..

So please,
Don't judge me before you dig my world deeper..
What do you know by the words you said?
What do you know about what I feel?
What do you know about me?

So please..
Before you judge me..
Try to walk in my shoes..
See with my glasses..
Taste what I taste..
Go through what I have gone through
Then tell me what you think..

It's never as easy as it's seen..

Short Story : Sweet Dejavu

Martha was lying on her bed, looking at a picture in her hand. Her brain was playing a happy scene that might happen between her and that guy in the picture. That guy is Dean, the quarterback at her school. Martha jumped out of her bed and stood in front of the tall mirror next to her dressing table. She observed her reflection from head to toe. Questions popped in her head while she was observing, “Am I good enough to be with Dean? Will Dean fall in love with a girl like me?”

She observed her reflection once again -- this time, she did it carefully. She observed part per part, to make sure she didn’t leave anything behind. She needed answer. She needed assurance. She was not sure of herself -- but one thing she knew for sure was she loved him. She knew perfectly that being with him was the only thing she wanted since the first time she got her eyes on him -- and it was two years ago. It started two years ago and it still remained secret till that day.

She jumped back to her bed, grabbed one big pillow and hugged it tight. Her eyes were stuck on the ceiling. Her mind dragged her back to the world that she didn’t recognize. But her ears -- she kept on hearing questions like, “Am I good enough? Will I be with him? Does he even know that I, actually, exist??”

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Love,

Hesty

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