I fear
that when I say what I feel
I will be looked at differently
or my feelings were deemed nonsense
or that it is not mutually felt
or that
I will be seen as weak.
I can't afford to be weak.
Life didn't wait
for someone to ask me if I'm okay
or for me to heal
or for my troubles to fade
They will keep on coming.
I am tired.
I am in pain.
I am.. unhappy, admittedly.
Of myself and my shortcomings
and the world and its cruelty.
Enough for me to consider flying away
if you understand.
But no
there is someone out there
a huge group, even
who suffered worst-
so I can't afford to be
a pussy.
I dare not to share my feelings anymore