OURS

Soft steps on brittle shells.

Isn’t just their fear, but ours.

Gazes lowered to keep the peace.

Isn’t just their silence, but ours.

Masks molded from inherited ache.

Isn’t just their shape, but ours.

Wounds disguised as wisdom.

Isn’t just their pattern, but ours.

Healing that demands a villain.

Isn’t just their myth, but ours.

The need to be right to feel safe.

Isn’t just their habit, but ours.

Echoes of pain in better labels

Isn’t just their noise, but ours.

Boundaries drawn with shaky hands.

Isn’t just their wall, but ours.

The story of “me” against “them.”

Isn’t just their illusion, but ours.

One breath of a victim—

The choice to see beyond the wound.

That…

Is no one’s.

But ours.