Who really?

Who really notices the changes in a woman's emotions? Who really listens to the content of her voice? Who pays attention when she cries?

Who but those who already roll their eyes at her. They had stood and made assumptions and judgements without knowing an ounce of her.

Who gains, honestly, when the tender parts of her breaks? Are there words scattered? Is she labeled?

Does no one pay attention how she distances herself, gradually disconnects from everyone around her? When is it that she loses her words? Does no one hear her cries of frustrations?

Yet does anyone even care? She shows her genuine self and the truth that she holds and gets trampled. Why? Is it because she projects herself as a solo, powerhouse?

Does no one take note in her changes? No.

The laughter that engulfs her. Their laughter that has already assumed narration of her life. The snide, unsettled remarks already taint the air. There is no escaping and no hearing of truth.

Yet how does she move forward, overcoming all when so many want, expect her to fail? She surpasses by believing in God and her strength given by him.

If it only means she gets it then so be it.

That is how I go forward.