Damsel in Distress by anonymous

Just like any other day, I smile at every person I see I greet every person I meet I enjoyed being friendly

My attitude’s a happy-go-lucky

That’s why many compliment me, Recognizing my personality. Every flatter, I blush involuntarily.

But things got uneasy for me. When this man said an inappropriate flattery It was subtle Still, humiliation is what I felt

I think I’m at the right age now, Yet I didn’t know if it should be just fine Am I too sensitive?

I didn’t know what to feel. What I know is I’m not yet ready to hear commentary about my body

Should I let it pass?

Or should I acknowledge it?

I didn’t know how to respond. I began to get anxious.

Nevertheless, a complementary smile is what I gave.

When night arrives, I overthink Bombarded by anxiety

Things I didn’t think much about before I didn’t sleep well

These go on and on and on, I need not keep my worries, I shared what I felt to my trusted mates They thought it was funny, viewed as if it were joke When no one cared, I force myself to hide the unpleasant feeling.

Gone are the carefree days, I was never me again I became embarrassed, wanted to hide every piece of me

I act now as if I see no one - avoided attention What if they think about me, how the man referred to my physique?

So now, boundaries I constantly set

I will eventually get back on my feet. I can. I will soon again give genuine smiles and greetings with no worries. Yes, it would take longer. But I have nothing to worry about because soon, I will forget *sigh*

When will I forget this distress?

Maybe when I’m old enough to experience dementia.