THE VOICE OF MY SCARS

parasites

"i am nothing they define, but everything i am"
from the beginning of my very first steps in this world, my mother used to warn me about parasites, the kind of people who steal every single little happiness you experience. the kind of people who offers hopes, turn them into expectations and then stomp on them as they please. the ones who gives you butterflies and then becomes a complete pain in the neck.
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she told me about those thousand different mouths who rant you thousand in different ways. the ones who judge you.
i listened intently to every single word she described, absorbed everthing, wondering how miserable my life would be if i have to survive with all these bunch parasites around me craving for my helpless poor soul.
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i used to search for the scars behind my mother's smile, pondering if she's also the one of those sufferers she speaks of. i grew up hiding my true self, concealing my dreams, burying them under my pillow, so that these parasites couldn't steal them anyhow.
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i grew up learning that, in this world, we are born unaware of the lurking parasites which creeps beneath souls and turn them into reckless monsters. all our lives, we live with the fear of being knocked down by the others. we tear, we scream as the light and the force we carry is snatched away by the ones who please to see us cripple. they drain us of all the good that we carry and sometimes to overcome these ruthless beings we become one of them.
- Words from hearts