I Hurt Too
I'm different, I know that.
I stay quiet most of the time, I'd rather listen.
When I'm happy, I'll be a bit louder than usual.
When I'm sad, a little quieter.
Some would say, "How can she expect us to know? She's always the same."
Not true.
And some would say, "She never feels anything."
Even more not true.
Some will cause a stir when they are upset.
Some will cry their pain to the world.
Some will make it as obvious as possible, in hope of drawing sympathy.
Some will tell others discreetly and seek advice.
Some will run to those they feel closest to.
Some will run to anyone.
Some will just let it go.
I prefer to go off silently when I am injured.
I would rather lick my wounds in private.
I close my mouth a little tighter.
I fight the impulse to hash out every little thing.
I out myself at a distance so as not to disturb everyone else.
I seldom let tears fall, and when I do I'd rather cry alone.
I may sound emo, but I simply prefer solitude.
I always look stoic and it is hard to tell what I am feeling but...
I hurt too.
And I am not immune to what others say or think.
Nor am I oblivious to the happenings around me.
I saw hem go off...and I knew it was for a good reason.
She needs him now.
Perhaps more than ever.
So why do I want to scream it as an injustice?
As a brutal injury?
Why do I feel so selfish when it comes to him?
And why am I so frightened now, when I am without him?
I stay quiet most of the time, I'd rather listen.
When I'm happy, I'll be a bit louder than usual.
When I'm sad, a little quieter.
Some would say, "How can she expect us to know? She's always the same."
Not true.
And some would say, "She never feels anything."
Even more not true.
Some will cause a stir when they are upset.
Some will cry their pain to the world.
Some will make it as obvious as possible, in hope of drawing sympathy.
Some will tell others discreetly and seek advice.
Some will run to those they feel closest to.
Some will run to anyone.
Some will just let it go.
I prefer to go off silently when I am injured.
I would rather lick my wounds in private.
I close my mouth a little tighter.
I fight the impulse to hash out every little thing.
I out myself at a distance so as not to disturb everyone else.
I seldom let tears fall, and when I do I'd rather cry alone.
I may sound emo, but I simply prefer solitude.
I always look stoic and it is hard to tell what I am feeling but...
I hurt too.
And I am not immune to what others say or think.
Nor am I oblivious to the happenings around me.
I saw hem go off...and I knew it was for a good reason.
She needs him now.
Perhaps more than ever.
So why do I want to scream it as an injustice?
As a brutal injury?
Why do I feel so selfish when it comes to him?
And why am I so frightened now, when I am without him?