I will make an effort not to cry when I get hurt.
For I have realized, the more I let others see me hurt - they become stronger.
I will shield myself from all the name callings - bitch, brat, emotional, selfish and guilt trip master.
For later on, I will succumb to it and just be.
I will choose my pain.
For not everybody is worth it - not even those I expect to understand and love.
I will master the art of hiding.
For when I let myself be known, I'm bound to be doomed.
I will try to be silent and just shut up - all the time.
For every time I ry to make a sound, I get harsh opinion.
I will unceasingly write.
For my pen and pad are such a good companion on either side.
I will embrace being alone - but never lonely.
For every time I choose for a companionship - I am misunderstood.
I will mimic Davy Jones.
For I long to lock my heart some place where it cannot be found.
But for now, I will let tears well up my eyes for tomorrow you will see my true colors no more.
