And who am I to judge?
A fourteen year old kid?
Do I even understand this?
This struggle of power play,
It’s a weird game, you see,
I am the audience,
But I am not allowed to clap or cheer,
I don’t know how exactly one wins?
The louder the voice or
The one who makes the other silent?
The one who uses harsher words or
The one with the stronger hands?
The one who is left with tears or
The one who softens faster to the other?
And the struggle increases each day,
That is all I know,
I am twenty-two now,
The voices have never stopped though,
Nor the words and nor the hands,
But I still don’t understand,
What are they fighting for?
Because I know now,
there is no win or lose!