Huh?
You want to say something?
I can’t hear you dear
That’s okay, let’s try again
We’ve got time, relax!
(A song permeates the silence)
“Say it out loud,
shout it until your throat is sore
till every part of your body and soul remembers
why you loathed your childhood.
Don’t stop your wailing heart,
don’t just stand there and whisper
Screech till the devil’s ears shatter
-The one who thinks you’ll stay silent
-The one who thinks it’ll die with you
Don’t hold back any more tears,
let them free from bondage
scream till you get it all out
every single detail, all of it
the innocence,
the realization,
the burial,
the ignorance
the hate,
the pain,
the fear and
the acceptance of
all those tears you never showed.
In a game of hide and seek
You poor child!
You didn’t know there was no seeker
you were just a child,
nobody believed you back then
nobody saw your bloody memories
So howl like there’s nothing to lose.
Now that you are a fierce adult
ask the world your questions,
hammer into their moronic brains
that you were just a child,
that you deserved to be protected,
that your glasses should’ve been rose tinted,
not bloodstained,
and that you didn’t ask to be brought
into this grotesque world.
Too young to know devils were people
who touched you as they wished
you had no choice in any of it
not back then, but now?
The little child’s all grown up
Well, Why are you still mumbling?
This moment is yours
yell as loud as you can
let the world shudder in shame
that they made a dire mistake
But, you
You don’t have to be sorry dear,
you should never be,
you were just a child
It wasn’t your fault”
(The song fades into a deep breath)
Are you ready to speak ?
“Yes.”