TEARS and PAIN

I cried

Yes I do,

Not because I’m sad, not even close

I’m just tired, tired of being disappointed,

Tired of being a slave even there’s no colonization in here

Tired of being judged without any power to avenge

Sometimes I want to tell someone,

No…

I always want to tell someone

But..

I think its gonna be useless

Not because I thought they won’t understand, but

This problem I got… its hard to say

There’s so much rules here that prohibit me to say it

I would be judge as a naughty-bad-sinful girl if I told this story to anyone,

But I also feel like I’m in hell

I don’t know where, when and how this things stop

But I want to make this things stop.

I want to tell anyone, but then

A question pass in my head…

Will they listen without any judged?

And the answer comes follow, “impossible” they have the cognitive things called perception

Then the other question comes

Could they listen without any of pitiful feeling?

Then the answer comes, “impossible” feeling is kind of emotion that every human will experienced all the time

I don’t want people to act differently to me just because they ever heard my tragic story,

Yes, I hide so much things

Not because I want to

But, its just hard to tell…