I was never the burden.

Who is the truth holder in this life?

Is it the one with the most possessions, or the one with none?

Is the beauty in eyes, the soul or the tongue?

Is the vanity worth the deception, betrayal and lust?

A world without reality, all living behind screens;

Critiquing one another, as if it means anything.

All screaming justice and no one stepping ahead;

Once a few of us do, we're suddenly outcast, missing or dead.

We scream in groups, sharing the same passion for unity;

While sidelining those different, for one or many things.

There is a difference in masks and emotions;

Masks are falsified personalities, here for only turmoil.

The emotions are cloaked, with apathy and distaste,

Proving emotions powerful, and must be suppressed.

The lack of this, dangerous, winding a man to break;

Until comes the moment, his fist is on his ladies face.

Spotlight shines, prove your innocent!

As if the shock and betrayal wasn't the cause and fawning state.

Why did you stay? Why didn't you leave?

So you scream every detail to be dismissed.

Reliving every trauma, repeatedly ill;

They scream "she is unwell".

We avoid the hard topics, the guilt and accountability;

Because pointing fingers is easier than apologizing.

A day will come, where you'll face the mirror;

The entirety of your sins unable to disappear.

You'll face the monster you created, the one you couldn't tame;

You'll no longer be able to hid and you're forced within.

An open door, the only option left;

You'll have no choice and yes, it's do or death.

Everyday is a chance to begin, every moment a new win;

A time to breathe in, a time to release;

A new day to say no and a new day to not cheat.

You cannot run from what you've created;

At some point, you'll need to face- it's you, you hated.