We are the bullied kids.
We don’t show how fragile our wounds are, the way we soothe them at night, our souls hidden underneath the sheets. We shake our heads when we are asked if we are in pain. No one would understand anyway.
We try to hide from words, words like bombs hungry for our flesh. Everyone sees how we crumble but everyone’s eyes stay closed. We live in an emotionally blind world.
Sometimes, we smile yet the backlash is always there. Perhaps sadness catches up with us way too fast. Memories of faces and bruises collectively call for it to reappear.
We are everywhere, pieces of dust, insects crawling irritatingly across your eyesight. So you close your eyes. You choose to be blind, while we keep crawling, hurting, crying.
Call us the forgotten kids. The losers. Call us everything you would hate to be.
Picture our hearts and minds when you call us names. Come along to hospital and stay beside our beds after beating us up. Tell our mothers and fathers we will be ok. Drop your bombs and watch us run for our lives.
Perhaps one day you might finally see. Understand the impact. Admit to yourself not only we were hurt, but so were you. Cause every time a bully breaks someone’s heart, he also breaks his own.
So when you feel insecure or troubled, be our friend instead of our enemy.
Don’t let the world forget about us.