We talk and we don't talk.

When we talk, we pause at certain moments.
Sometimes we hesitate,
for we are not so sure of what to say,
or we try to find out more appropriate words to say.
So that you will not feel that severe feeling of mine.

When we gaze in each other’s eyes,
we immediately find out that we are the people of same kind.
We don’t hide it,
and we don’t reveal it, either.
I guess, we just don’t talk about it.

The fundamental reason might be
we don’t reveal our scars,
so we won’t feel that hurt.

You know me right from the beginning.
You see through me when I am lying.

When we talk, we don’t talk.
We feel.
When we talk, we cry so hard.
Hopefully, somehow they can feel how much pain we devour.
When we talk, we are so lonely and left out of nowhere.
When we talk, we share those inconvenient truths.
When we talk, we pretend we do not care.
When we talk, the words always get stuck in the throat.
You know how hard to let them all out.
When we talk, we feel like we will feel no pain no more.
When we talk, we get stronger so we can move on.
When we talk, we just need to talk.
When we talk, we find out how helpless we are.
When we talk, we talk, and just talk…

Hopefully, the freedom will come
so we can be so relieved ever after…
Hopefully, that day will come…
Hopefully, they will find out how good we used to be and how good we are now.


We talk, so we get healed.
We talk, so we get better as good girls.

I believe
you are worth a better person.