The hurt has been her shelter.
Anger has been her weapon.
She eluded the thoughts of people about her.
Society can hurt her,
just like how her own thoughts destroy her being.
She continued walking on the path she made herself.
Not one word can bring her down,
because she is already so low.
She and her passions created a world around her.
A place to call her own.
She caged herself inside,
not wanting to look out.
The misery of the world is inviting her out,
but her feet are stuck and cold.
Not only once did she crumble and break.
It had been a million times,
and each fall surpasses everything.
She survives the hurt and gravity she endures from the other.
She wished someone will pull her up,
or be with her in the fall.
The world is filled with cowards.
The brave ones extinct.
Loneliness is old news.
She is one in a million,
and a diamond in a sea of sapphires.
The world is not the place for the weak,
but the place for the head strong girl,
that’s who she is.
Who is there to save her?
BINABASA MO ANG
Inside my Soul, Unto the air.
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