What lies beneath is unknown.
Nobody can see you, you are on your own.
Worries and fear will surface without realizing it,
No matter how you pretend that you are not beat
Life is hard for some of us here.
Difficulties to others, abuse that is severe.
Forbidden to communicate with the people we love
I feel like a prisoner, photos are all I have.
I start before sunrise, end before midnight
Long hours of work, it does not seems right.
There are times that I wake up in my sleep in pain
Leg cramps that are unbearable are acting up again.
The food they give is not enough for me.
Leftover in a week, they give for free
But if there is nothing, I need to sit and wait
For them to finish dinner, I can have something on my plate.
I tried to reach out to others to let them know,
But their blank stares tell me, just go with the flow.
They listen with their eyes, not with their ears
Words they tell me, they bring me to tears
Life is hard for some of us here
Difficulties to others, some live in fear
We need a heart that listens and empathises
To feel our woes and hear our cries.
By Bhing Navato