Boganvel

Her mind is shaped to be weak from childhood , she cannot handle it, as power is bad, and weak is good. She feels powerful the moment she has control over her life,  but to feel the same, he has to control his daughter, sister, mother, and wife. The only way he thinks he can do it is by oppressing her.  Oppress her? Why? So that she doesn't think of doing the same things that he is allowed and proud to do. She is not weak, she is attached by a relation, being tolerant, and  more submissive to the demands during the formation. She becomes more caring and understanding to protect her fears,  to not drift away or break something that she has built over the years. She's blind to the abuse and scars for the promises,  that tomorrow he will apply love to those bruises. She takes the blame for his mistakes,  in the hope that one day he will realize her sacrifices. And with every sacrifice, he puts her on a pedestal,  so that she continues to put herself last ...

  My dependence was a barrier, a barrier created by my own mind.  A nd even to break this barrier, I was dependent on others to intertwine. My mind kept erecting walls with each bad experience.  And the impossibility of breaking this growing prison made me furious. Maybe my imagination or hopefulness, but the walls appeared transparent.  And the unbelievable things that might come my way were quite apparent. But my so-called well-wishers were bogging me down in the name of homeliness.  And dismantling my confidence, inculcating the fear of loneliness. For years I kept staring at the walls, hoping to me someone will seek out.  Gradually allowing myself to carve some windows to peek out. And through one of the windows, I felt the beach - humid and warm.  Along came a whisper, it's just a breeze outside not a storm. The storm was inside me, holding me back, keeping me trembling.  And just when that hit me, all walls came down crumbling. The windows w...

I am grateful there are no foggy roads ahead of me, It feels euphoric to realize how far I have come!   I am happy that people taught me to curb my expectations, It feels insightful to learn the drawbacks of over-giving.   I am relieved that I can finally distinguish evil from angels, It feels majestic that I can see clearly now. I am ecstatic to work on my strengths and weaknesses, It feels wise to unlearn and let go of my preconceived notions.   I am so thankful to see my dark side fading with time, It feels responsible to add good habits every day.   I am glad that procrastination doesn't feel comfortable anymore, It feels enthusiastic to get things done before the deadlines.   I am enchanted to spectate my metamorphosis,  It feels heavenly to be reborn with each rising sun.   I am amused that I have started to understand the game, It feels safe that I know how to use my armor.   I am thrilled that I am so sure about my path, It feels powerful ...

We have to perpetually lie to hold a spot, it's a pity that we need to be someone we're not!   Sometimes a stranger can be trusted but not someone you know,  it's a pity we're stuck in a maze of friends and foes.    Oh, the society is piled up with toxic relatives and cheap lovers, it's a pity their masks take too long to uncover.    The fabric of society thrives on back-stabbing and cutting throats, it's a pity their knives got no remorse.    It breeds insanity and then shames us for being insane,  it's a pity it feeds its ego with these barbaric games.   Its whole anatomy endorses the power-pyramid play, it's a pity the weak players often have to pay.    Take a deep breath, step back, be a silent observer, it's a pity to get trapped in its rut forever.    The edifice that is society, is as feudal as it can be... Oh, it will be a true pity, if you don't cut yourself free! Just cut yourself free!  

Truth be said, truth be told, but is it truth let me behold. It’s jilted, it's twisted, it has a lot of dispersion, So don’t be a judge or an advocate of your own version. There is a reason why this truth is hidden, In this hypocritical society, the truth is actually forbidden. It is run by a bunch of control freaks, Who satiate with your pain and shrieks. I feel sorry for the poor truth being within the confines, It's to shun the wagging tongues of those stupid minds. So don’t make me feel guilty, coz I’m not, You can wear my shoes, just give it a shot. Maybe then you’ll wonder if the truth be known, We might just agree to leave it alone!