Or my tears
Is all me
Defined and moulded
By the comfort
By the environment
By the people
By the understanding
May be i am weak. But at times i just want to leave every bondage, A thought everyone gets once or twice or may be more often.
Yet i cannot speak, or convince or explain.
When i am really hurt, I chose silence over everything.
When i am really angry, I chose violence over everything. Voilence with words. Wrong words. Words i don't mean.
When someone misunderstands, I chose hurt over explanation.