why is it hard for some people to realize that i do get upset sometimes?
why is it difficult for people to accept that i, too, have my down moments?
why do i feel like i am being taken for granted just because i always show them my happy self?
i get upset
i get frustrated
i get disappointed
i get heartbroken
maybe i really am an actress…i am so good at acting and putting up a jolly facade. while my insides are crumbling and i am on the verge of breaking down and screaming.
i cry often, at night, over some hidden frustrations. some grudges. which i dare not show.
i am now afraid that, because i’ve been known to laugh the hardest, when i do cry, people will not take me seriously.
the girl who cried wolf.