There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
They think your stupidity is on another level,
That you won’t hear the punchline hidden in their smiles,
That jokes are just jokes
Not traps dressed in laughter.
They believe you won’t notice
When eyes meet behind your back,
When laughter bends away from you,
Sharp, deliberate, rehearsed.
This is life in a bizarre world,
Where cruelty wears humor like perfume,
And mockery is passed around
As if it were wit.
Undermining is a daily meal
For those who think they’ve made it,
They feast on comparison,
Drink confidence from another’s doubt.
They play the poor like pieces on a board,
As if destiny were property,
As if lives came with ownership papers
Signed by luck and arrogance.
They speak of success as if they earned the sun,
Forgetting storms shaped them too,
Forgetting how quickly
The ground can shift beneath gold shoes.
Yet life hides its mysteries well.
The quiet outlasts the loud,
The mocked carry maps unseen,
The fooled are often the watchers.
Laugh if you must, strange world,
History keeps better records than pride.
Those you undermine today
Maybe the ones who understand tomorrow best.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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