I have always been taught to stand by my word, and I shall be respected.
I have always been taught to raise my voice, and I shall be heard.
I have always been taught to be courageous, and people will step aside.
and in my life,
I have followed these wise words spoken to me by many.
however, life is not so simple.
you may stand by your word, but a crowd will come and tear it down like a gigantic drape, covering the deserted stage.
you may raise your voice, but people will easily yell at you in vain, shattering your words into tiny shards of glass, no longer having any reflection but the single twinkle of light, that dies off with a shadow.
you may be courageous, but obstacles and challenges come into existence, barricading you from reaching the other end; there is no escape from such hell, leaving you to burn within the fire.
this is the pain that drunkens my heart with sorrow
this is the pain that drags my body across dry terrain, with heavy drought
this is the pain that
I have endured,
am enduring,
and will endure
for the rest of my ******* life.
my heart has been broken one too many times, and my tears are practically non existent at this point.