You Think You Are Strong

You think you are strong, That you have control over yourself, But then, events lay their violent hands on you, And all your strengths get shattered into pieces Like a glass hitting a rock Your eyes betray you Tears start rolling down your face Your voice begins to tremble Your heart lowers its music Reasons, justifications, excuses you give Weak, unworthy, and lonely you feel Your heart screams, your lips narrate it to them Nothing wrong have you done Your discourse dose have weight But they don’t care… It all seems a drama to them, Or just a natural penance! They too, deep down, might feel bad But they show it not, Will expressing their love make them weak ? Or listening to your heart will make them lose? So, as usual, they wrap another layer of anger over love Instead of saying “it’s okay”, they yell And you feel like a bird, broken, lying in a cage And if you dare to respond back It will take the argument to yet another level Nothing will be left Nothing, without regrets and sorrows Is this life too long to love or to live happily? Do we have to make it hell to live it?? (paghunda)