by Anchal Jain
Why is it so difficult to say the truth,
So what if they don't believe me,
Why can't I trust myself, when I am the one who experienced it?
Why does the feeling of rejection feel bigger than me?
Why do I still want to belong between the people who sold me?
Why do I have to sell my soul or hide it?
Why can't I just be.
Where can I reside, when shame lives deep inside of me,
I don't want to be me, so who am I trying to be?
I had enough of Shame,
It tastes bitter, sour to me and sweet for those who surround me.
It stuck like a glue and blended in my veins;
It stretched out in my world,
leaving no space.
Shame, What does it mean to (be) me?