Note to 'Them'

Then comes that day,
Where i hope it would come sooner,
When the world is spinning,
So does the karma that has fallen,
Something that they could not escape,
Something that they could not see,
In the past we are only painting faces with big smile,
The house is our stage,
The family is our audience,
What do they know about the pain that we felt,
What do they learn from the stories that they would not hear,
Every of them has their own voice,
Voices of dagger and voices breaking,
I can only watch by far,
Not that i could not help,
They are older than me that i could not touch,
Their pride and ego are all there in the faces that they hold up,
So what more than a timid me can do,
Beside telling the whole world about my trouble,
It was a shame that i wish to hide,
But what exactly do they learn when they see this,
I sincerely hope,
One day their hand would touch my name.