WE NO BE THIS PERSOn - by Xallyheart

I feel like everything is drifting apart The life we all used to know, the plans we made, the moments we thought were safe everything feels like it’s slipping away Fear has become our companion. We wake up every day asking the same question who’s next? The world we inherited was never meant for us, but now e dey define us.We are a generation raised inside a storm that never ends A storm we did not call, a chaos we just wake up inside without warning inside a world that keeps demanding strength from children who never even get chance to be children.Every morning starts the same way, fear stretching itself inside our chest, tight and familiar That quiet question dey follow us like a shadow: *“Who’s next?”* It sits in every moment, shaping how we walk, how we breathe, how we scan a room before we even sit down.At night, we lie staring at the ceiling, but it offers no comfort. It only watches while panic enters the body, wave after wave, built from thoughts we can’t shut out, memories we didn’t choose, stories wey enter our blood long before we understood anything. Trauma was handed down like inheritance. History twists and twists until the truth feels like a stranger. We learn distrust before safety, fear before joy, silence before voice. Youth wasn’t meant to feel like this. E no suppose train person for terror. But everything feels contaminated now. We scan faces before we enter a keke, our hearts reacting before our minds. We walk our own streets like trespassers, as if home no longer recognizes us. Social media has become another doorway to panica constant stream of violence, rumors, messages, videos we no ask for, warnings we cannot unhear One post fit shake the whole body. One message fit steal sleep for nights Fear spreads faster than truth The world dey break in real time on screens we can’t look away fromPeople say “be strong,” but strength don become another cage We pretend We smile We laugh like everything is okay because everyone else dey pretend too. Everyone bleeding Everyone quietEveryone carrying weight they cannot speak about.Religion has become an escape, a place to drop blame instead of accountability “Satan did it,” people say because admitting our own destruction would demand honesty nobody ready for. E dey easy for person to point towards devil than to gree say im do am it's easier to point upward than look inward.We used to be one. One people. One heartbeat. Now everybody don pick sides, pick fear, pick their own truth. Unity has become a memory. Pain has become competition. Everybody angry, everybody shouting, everybody sure say na them dey right.History repeats because we dey live inside its wounds. Distrust, anger, exhaustion we inherit them like property. We pass them on again without pause. The cycle continues because nobody stops long enough to break it.We are not this person. But somehow we became this person. Fear carved us slowly, silently, until we forget how to walk without suspicion, breathe without tension, or exist without expecting danger.We wake up numb now. Not because fear left, but because the body reached its limit. We move like ghosts present, functioning, alive but detached from the joy we once knew. Joy did not die; it just no sabi find us again.The worst part is not the fear It is the acceptance. The way we have folded danger into routine The way panic sits in our day like it is normal The way our bodies have adjusted to alarm as if it is an ordinary task.How can we still smile when we dey used to the pain? When all we wake up to now is constant trauma I don tire.

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