It isn’t something that just happened to you
Trauma, it is not something you lay there for everyone to see
It’s a business of closed doors, it’s a parade of darkness and denial
Trauma, you feel it, you snap like a rubber band, recoiling inside
Like a snake curls up when it feels what snaky beings feel
Like the panda, who faces the wall, alone when sad.
Sad.
Sad becomes your new smile
You wear it every day, sometimes even in your reflection just to rid your face of the frown
The frown you’ve been wearing since forever
The ugly head of the fears you suppress, you don’t have time to open that box of worms
The fears spring out at you right when you’re about to fall into the abyss called sleep
And sleep alludes you.
Then begins the struggle to fall into nothingness, some relief
You are denied even that, because ofcourse, your trauma
It’s a living thing, growing inside you, taking away your will to live.
And all you do is smile that sad smile to replace the frown to keep people at bay
Denial. Distraction.
The trauma is drama, they say and walk away
You try to pretend, you try to hide further into your corner and still they leave
You’re too much to handle, a reality that they are not aware of yet
And yet you’re blamed and left alone.
Thats your trauma. Loneliness and abandonment as you try to smile to replace the frown to keep the questions at bay.
