HURT PEOPLE HURT

I paused, captivated by her beauty and the warmth in her smiles.Her face lit, paving way for the adorable dimples that seemed to have been in captive and hoping for freedom someday. 


I didn't know she was that beauty to behold. It was the first time I saw her smile, and the joy it brought to me to be the cause of it.


While I was lost in thought, she spoke. Why is she always angry and bittered? If she's not in a loggerhead with someone, she's probably sighing over trivial matters.

 Rarely did she laugh; instead, attempts at humor were met with seriousness, leaving one frustrated.


 Devoid of friends, her demeanor made it challenging to connect, creating an atmosphere where everyone walked on eggshells around her.


 Crossing her path was perilous; stepping on her toes meant enduring words more venomous than any venom, and she cared little for the aftermath.


 Rumors painted her as nefarious and self-centered, discouraging any close association.


Yet, in the quiet of the night, her vulnerability emerged. Listen, you will hear her soft sobs while speaking incomprehensible words of agony. This lady who acts all tough and angry in the day weeps like a vulnerable child at night. That's where the problem lied. Within the heart of this person is a kind, warm and selfless personality but engulfed by past, maybe present dark experience of life. 


Curiosity has done me more good than harm, hence, it burned up and nudged me to go ask “why?” 

I mustered the courage and broke the silence that enveloped us.


“I'd like to ask you something.” I said.


Alright, go ahead,” she replied, 


“I don't know how you'll react to my question, but whichever way you tend to react, it will be better than not asking at all and I'm going to be honest with you.” I began.


"The first time I saw you smile, you looked like an entirely different person to me. I saw a radiation of pulchritude, and I wondered why you are being too hard on yourself and never giving people the chance to see that enchanting part of you. Why are you always hurting people with words? Why are you always irritated?


I expected the usual angry reaction, but here she is, smiling again, and it deepened my curiosity. Has she been waiting to be asked this question, or is her demeanor a mere facade?


With docility, she explained, “you know, people are focused on what I do but aren't concerned about why I do it. That's why, I in return, aren't concerned with how they feel about me. I am toxic, people know that I am toxic. But I was only toxic because I needed a defense mechanism. I am toxic because I was made to feel worthless. I am toxic because I'm always made to feel like my mere existence was an inconvenience. I'm nice kind and loving. I'm all of these things until I was given a reason not to be."


It was neither a time for blame nor advice. Instead, it was a moment to listen and understand. Her life stories unfolded, and as she shared her pain, she found solace in my arms.


 Hurt people hurt others; irritation stems from beneath received irritation.


People who cause pain to others are pained. 


People who make others suffer go through suffering.


 Do not take it serious for how they treat you. 


Of course, it does not excuse their behavior, but it is best to understand the depth from which their actions are coming from.


 Maybe it is rooted from a childhood trauma or bad experiences of the past. Do not let it affect you.