The Voice in my head.

He who hold an imaginary scale.

People are prone to commit prejudice in nature.

They judge you for who they think you are base on how they see you.

Their critea varies depending on their own flaws and insecurities.

It's pathetic and hypocritical.

They see me as someone with low status.

Someone without honour.

Someone who will climb up the social ladder with extreme shameful methods.

I may not be born with a silver spoon in my mouth,

but I am proud to say I inherited a heart of gold and a soul as pure as snow.

Hence, the judgements I heard are exact opposites.

I am in great awe.

I remember not being raised in a mud pit.

I fell deeply in love with someone whose sense of humour put clowns to shame.

I know nothing of him aside from his face and name.

Inspite of that I loved him with all my heart.

I was remolded into a porcelain work of art.

To fit into a sole purpose.

To be likeable, to pass his kin standards.

I hid my true self deep within my very core.

Just like every other day eventually dawn will come.

A part of me broke loose.

I am not born to be tamed!

I cuss when I feel wronged.

An intellectual sarcasm is always my retort.

I am not a dress-up doll.

I too have flaws.

My outburst became my fall.

Down the dark abyss full of claws.

I was ridiculed enough to be a walking travesty.

Narrow-minded, illiterate, and mannerless so as they spread.

Hence all I showed was honesty.

I've never felt such overflowing dread.

Guess what he said?

Lower your pride, bow down your head.

In horror I stood up and fled.

Someone foretold that I'll soon be crawling back his bed.

Look at me kissing their feet.

For I love the man it's hard to resist.

Groomed, once again.

Played by strings.

Days, weeks, months, and years have painfully passed.

I remained dormant.

The chains grew rusty it won't last.

Arguments, treacheries, and break-up became rampant.

Ah Freedom!

No DO's and DON'Ts.

Numerous restricted areas now that I can roam.

Though I miss him dearly every now and then.

I know I can do better,

He who holds an imaginary scale will always be running from his own twisted rules, ranting about things people failed to do for him, pointing people's imperfections, and seeking for the real meaning of happiness from his collections.

Now I'm here writing some sort of poetic letter.

Addressed to no one, from an out of the blue self reflections.