Sorry, but you don't recognize me. Your knowing smirk only
reflects what you think you see. You don't think I truly understand your pain,
that I've never been where you are, so I couldn't know. Just because I'm quiet
about my pain doesn't mean it's not there. I may not join in vilifying your
monster, but that doesn't mean I haven't faced my own…and won.
Many see me as privileged, idealistic, and naive as to the
way the world works. In many ways,
they're right. I am privileged and
idealistic. I am not, however, naive. To mistake my optimism for blinders is to
grossly underestimate me. I simply
refuse to allow the monsters to win. You
may never see my pain or my scars, but understand this, I am battle-worn. I have been tested and found true.
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