Behind a couple holding hands,
There may be a death glare and blade,
Underneath the well practised plastered smile,
Could be heaps of sorrow and pain.
A socialising stranger's peace offering,
Could be laced with poison or drugs,
Looking sweet and wrapped up in a package of delight -
He may be handing it over to you with a hug.
Perhaps the girl you saw in class yesterday,
Is being abused at home all alone,
Using concealer and covering her wounds tactfully,
She keeps her head low staying in her personal zone.
Those who aren't strong willed enough,
Give up the fight before it has even begun.
Suicidal tendencies start erupting gradually,
And indirectly, the monster has already won.
Have you picked up a newspaper recently? Do you realise how many people are victims of abuse? Be it physical, emotional or sexual? It is disappointing how teenagers today take their life just because of peer pressure or the tingling in their stomach called love when people face horrors one can't even begin to think of.
There is no excuse for abuse. And worst part is that we still can't put an end to it. Victims could be anywhere and anyone. Identifying them is extremely difficult. A handful of people who know such victims tend to let it go, convincing themselves that it isn't their business. They don't want to get involved either because they're scared themselves or because they feel it's a waste of time. But you're talking about life here - future lives of one or more people. The effects of abuse are lifelong, creating trust issues and wrecking a person's self esteem and confidence. It makes them insecure and wary of the world. It should be a privilege in fact, and not compulsion to help them out!
People are wronged everyday,
All they need is unconditional moral support,
Somebody to confide in and trust,
To bring a happy ending to their story's inhuman plot.
Kanksha.
If you know someone going through hell, help him/her rush through the journey and come out of it victorious.
And as always, thanks for reading!
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