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You feel the bruises and you see the scars.
The hurt and pain, it's all real.
You feel the deep wounds,
and blood oozing out.
You feel like a zombie, walking dead
on the face of this earth with people alive.
You try to hide it as much as you can,
like some old scar or a pimple mark.
You thank the almighty or whoever's up there,
for all that hurt is invisible to most out here
You grind and push yourself to extremes,
mimicking a perfectly normal human.
You feel like an imposter among everyone,
hiding a dark secret sealed in his vault.
"What if the darkness leaks out someday!
Someday when you're not trying hard enough,
being the black box that no one can look into."
But being too reticent could get you exposed.
So you share the story and you let them in,
atleast making them feel like they did.
Yet you hide the pain and you hide the scars,
as if they could notice it to begin with.
You accept the scars and the wounds.
They are a part of you now but,
it's still bizarre ,when you look into the mirror,
and face a perfectly fine young man.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
It'll help you blend in, to be unnoticed"
Little assurances that you give yourself.
You try to look happy, cheerful and alive.
Veiling everything with those sunny smiles,
the wins and losses in those battles inside.
Somedays although, it's just too much
You want to be treated, like everyone else but,
your circumstances make it implausible those days.
"Just let me be! Don't expect so much,
from the crimson bodied fellow
who can hardly trudge,
through his everyday battles which,
gnaw away his soul, and his will to be
a perfectly fine being who can hardly see,
a distant light, some ray of hope."
He walks dead towards it, as the zombie I said.
He's still standing strong, bearing it all,
So do cut him some slack,
for his zombie syndrome.
You know nothing about the chaos within,
the blood and the wounds and the scars.
The demons he fights, the darkness inside
Just let him be! Let him suffer in the dark!
That was the zombie which I know of.
"Maybe there are more of us", I wonder indeed.
If I do meet you someday, you can be at ease
around me, since I can see everything you hide
those tears and scars and wounds and blood
the darkness immense about to flood,
through gates of smiles and laughs you fake.
Don't worry! I feel you. Cheer up mate!
Someday it'll get better, the sun will shine
onto the darkness you're carrying inside.
Bear it till then with utmost restraint,
hide it from all, a devil or saint.
They won't get you, you know it well
The pity followed by jokes, or sarcastic remarks
would only have you repent opening up your heart.
So go dodge or smash, advance boulder by boulder
Chin up! You've got it. You little zombie soldier!"
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