You know when you try your
best to ignore a certain feeling? You push and push and push it away, but at
some point it overpowers you and you are no longer capable of pushing. That
feeling is vulnerability.
It leaves you exposed, an
easy target of mockery. To others, you are an open book, predictable and
uninteresting.
The feeling can defeat you
when you’re alone or even worse—when others surround you. You try so hard to
disguise that feeling. “Remember to smile occasionally, look up. Don’t slouch!”
As soon as you get home, you
collapse onto your bed.
You don’t cry. Instead, you
stare blankly into the blue patterns of your sheets and ruffle around your
cover.
You tell yourself that just
because you feel that way, it doesn’t mean that you’re weak. No. It’s more a
reassurance that you are not cold and heartless.
No, you’re human and you feel
just like everyone else.
One can lift their head up
high only for so long. At some moment, your neck will ache and you’ll need to
stretch it.
This is me stretching the
neck of my life. Soon enough, I’ll be strong enough to lift my head up high
again.

