Sometimes I feel Like my heart is so close to the surface Protected by nothing Just a paper thin skin Beating, faster and faster, Straining to leave its cage Always reaching for something Always searching Grasping For something that slips through my fingers Every time
But sometimes I catch a glimpse in the mirror Of the masks that I wear The shell that I use To protect myself To keep myself apart Even from those I love
And I wonder How I could be both of these things at once Why there is nothing in the middle And if one is the real me I guess there is no answer And that I’m not the only one And that is part of what makes us human
Pain makes us not our best selves. When they hurt us with their hands or with their mouths, we want to strike back. Fight fire with fire, help them reap what they sew, restore balance to the world. It is understandable. It is part of our nature. But we can be better.
The hate that we give is a reflection of what they gave to us. It’s what they want. It is what allows them to see us as less than human. Whether they can’t see the humanity inside others or they can’t see it inside themselves, we are just confirming their suspicion.
So transform the hate into humanity, darkness into light. When they give you hate, give them love. Because when they look into the mirror, we want them to see the human being inside of us and remember that no matter how deep it is buried, there is a human inside of them.