Sharon Eappen

I stop mid sentence Where the words I truly want to utter Evaporate. Everyone feels this way, They say, but no one shows it. We're all a facade Of beauty, happiness and satisfaction. Poke us a little and you'll see Oozing out of it a trickle of loneliness, A scintilla of pain and chunks Of brokenness all sprinkled With sorrow, embarrassment And messed up tales. But it's all covered. We don't show the wound, Not even the bandages For our stories are submerged in layers Of concealer that has nothing to do With cosmetics. It is Polished and edited, When it doesn't need any, The honest and raw ones are What we require. But if brokenness was a person, You'd see it being ostracised. In your home, school or church, it'll Be the last person to enter, Because you don't want to see it. It senses the unwantedness, the feeling Of awkwardness running in your veins. While many face the fear Of rejection, we reject our whole selves O...