Spero Meliora

rebellion starts with angst. that's what i believed in. that those broken, hurting, damaged, yearning, and misunderstood rebels were just product of angst. victim of cruelty who seek empathy through things that were most of the time reason why people were deadly alive.

staring at the mirror, inked, eyes full of fury, face full of piercings, body reeks of alcohol and nicotine. average teenage trash who were seen as the disgrace child. but, were they really like this?

aren't they once a sweet child who longs for embrace and kisses? were they always the one who comes home skin reds from needles that pierce through them. their body almost a canvas from all the smudges and graphics that were covering the evidence of life draining them.

they are once a child who wants to be seen, wants to be hug, wants to be cradle like a new born baby. they were once a baby who cries for their mother's love.

how did they became like that? angst, fury, pain, cruelty, abuse. they become the product of their parents anger to the world. they are their parents embodiment of trauma. trauma that they never wanted, nor wished to have but granted.