Everyday, I fall into the pit of ridiculation
the ones who threw me being none other than
my own.
Everyday, deeper and deeper I go, the skin of
confidence being ripped by thorns
thorns of insults, taunts and abuses.
The point comes when no light from the
outside world heals my bruised skin
when reaching my hand out for help is useless
when I think maybe the fault was my own.
The point comes when the ridiculation doesn't
affect me
when my skin becomes durable enough to ignore the thorns.
But now, I just want to hit the bottom of the pit
and quietly succumb to eternal slumber.
©saadat
S