Child abuse is not just physical pain. At its core, it is a devastating betrayal of trust — one that rewires the brain and echoes across a lifetime.

We share the same sky, breathe the same air — yet build invisible walls everywhere.

In a world where every moment is shared and every feeling demands an audience, what does it mean to truly have privacy? This piece explores how growing up in the digital age has quietly stolen something deeper than data — it has stolen the freedom to exist unseen, to make mistakes in private, and to belong entirely to yourself.

A poem about the silence that surrounds abuse in relationships — and the eyes that never stop telling the truth. Content warning: themes of sexual assault and abuse.