the girl who cried wolf.

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.

 

 

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