Today I’m tired.
Tired of being told to be pleasant while people pour their mess onto me.
Tired of being humble while the world chips away at me like I’m made of stone and not spirit.
They say, “Don’t return the energy.”
But how am I supposed to keep giving when the leeches keep draining?
“Turn the other cheek,” they say.
But I’ve run out of cheeks. Out of space. Out of softness.
I’m all out of places to be stepped on.
They preach, “Don’t lose sight of who you are.”
But how do you hold on to yourself in rooms that suffocate your reflection?
Surrounded by toxicity, bile, backhanded blessings—
They make sure I forget me every single time.
“Just hold on.”
To what though?
What am I holding to—or worse, holding for—
when those who destroy get praised and those who endure get ignored?
What’s really at stake
when the mind is so overwhelmed it doesn’t bend anymore—it breaks?
Daily. Quietly. Repeatedly.
Who’s really watching?
Who actually sees what the meek go through
while everyone applauds the ones who caused the pain?
How much does a person have to suffer before someone calls it what it is?
They say, “It can’t get any worse.”
But it always does.
Worse comes.
And folks just look the other way like pain only matters when it’s convenient.
So tell me…
Who really sees the one that holds the strength?
Because truth is—
She’s breaking.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
But slowly.
Silently.
Bent under the weight of everything she was never supposed to carry alone.
~Kae Jaye~
Kae Jaye The Writer 