It’s really difficult, isn’t it? It’s tiring that it’s always your fault. You smile, laugh, act as if it’s nothing. But no one knew you’re just pretending.
You barely show sadness, But always felt the loneliness. You did everything to suppress your feelings. Trying real hard not to show the difficulties.
Yet you kept saying, “It’s okay,” When you’re actually not. Your heart always aches. But no one ever noticed that.
You wanted to show your feelings. But don’t want to be one of their burdens. You cared for others so much. That you forget your self’s own touch.
Is it really hard to think for yourself? Or you’re just too afraid that someone will know your weakness?
