My silence
My shriek
My violence
My peace
My laughter
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.
Chatterbox, agressive.
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.
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