Under a million layers

You never thought the wound

Was supposed to let itself show,

It was not supposed to take in air

Or tell the world that it exists

It was hidden among the million lies

While it had a million reasons to not speak up

The wound hid

for a million years

under the million layers of you

The unfathomable but invisible pain

Can strike you inside your heart

You know, there’s always something changing in the world

Some changes are good, some are not,

Among these changes, the wound forgets its importance

The world told it, it is not important

But instead of feeding it air to breath in,

You put salt over it

You amplified your own pain to match the world’s

But there’s so much pain in this world, you will never be able to match

This is not a competition, this is you

Your pain is your story and not a participant in some race

Just because you are different

Just because your pain is different

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter

Your voice was not meant to cry itself to sleep at night

Your voice was born to be heard

Your voice is the sword that can

Tear through borders and centuries of injustice

When I tried doing it, I reached the other end of the galaxy

And received a lullaby back

But instead of letting it put myself to sleep

I let myself ease the tension in my skin and let my wound show

Believe me, it was always supposed to be shown