on resistance
“this is the part of me
that you’re never gonna ever take away from me”
“run,” he said;
“walk,” he said;
“sit down,” he said;
“listen.”
“yes,” i answered.
i wonder why you are so obedient,
but i am too without realization.
now i will be fearless,
though it means to resist the man
who loves me in his own way
yet brings me the most hurt.
no more hesitation,
no more surrender.
i thought i was in debt to him,
but the one that i owe the most,
is the girl standing in the mirror.
who tries so hard to smile,
even though she can’t hold
her tears from falling down.
there is always a reason to say “no,”
if you allow yourself to do so.
maybe i can understand,
perhaps i can forgive,
but i will never forget.
everyone thinks he is a good man;
only i know how the demon looks like
behind all the shows i watched,
in which he played.
