It hurts me so much.
It is very hard for me to be mad at something.
You know how hurtful it is to keep everything inside this chest.
Like you are stabbed like so many times.
And if I cry, it doesn't mean I am weak.
I am just strong enough to keep everything to myself.
I try my best to not be mad
because I try my best to understand you
but why cannot you understand me for once?
I am tired of keeping this to myself.
And sorry for being a little bit harsh just now.
It is just that,
I have kept that thing for so long.