It takes time.

While some other people could live a life without fear or worries. I can't.
While it takes two hands to clap, it is no longer as simple as that.

I wish I could hear you, be with you, be happy together with you.
But you and I both know, we can never be the same again.

I am ashamed to tell my mother all of these because I have no idea who will ever be there to protect me.
No one. Since young. I have been taught to grow up under all these circumstances.
Sometimes I wish I was numb from all of these. But no, I can't be numb.

Remember the first time I warn you?
I told you to write letters to your mum so that she will still think your heart belongs to the family.
All you had to do was to show her that you care and things will work perfectly well for us.
What's the point of harbouring all that anger and resulting in today.

I never seen anyone as selfish as her but its alright.
One day. Just need one day to pick it all up again.
One day, you will see the same thing happening to you again.
Because, no one will ever respect you.