Strong face, heart bursting.
Thought I could handle the pressure and the stress from a million attack of words,
But when it was done,
I just break down in tears.
Perhaps, this is what a war looks like.
But this is how it feels like.
You defend yourself from oppressors,
Because you do not have enough to push an attack.
Good job you have a sturdy wall.
But when the sun slumbers,
You've seen the smoke of the chaos.
And it can't be fixed. Nor comfort.
Then tomorrow, when the night fades,
You still have to battle for what was left.







