this melting myself over this fantasy, this dream that can only be written - lived on paper not reality.
I hate this, this headache achieved by surviving sleepless nights one after the other and coming out without ever looking it.
I hate this,
this not being able to show my emotions, cause as a woman "I'm already weak",but showing my emotions makes me even weaker, but when I don't I'm "cold hearted" or "need to let my guard down" tell me what is the happy medium?
I hate this,
this struggling and never being able to share it, leaving me to write and pray about it, hide it behind my smile that draws 'flirt' to me,
I hate this,
these rules that as a woman I have to abide by, but never question.
