Society.
They force people how to behave.
I am cornered.
I am not able to speak.
I am not able to show how I feel.

The perks of being too strong.
No one care to ask if I am hurt.
And no one will believe that I am seriously wounded.
I cannot show to people that I am actually hurt; inside.

I have to be in a fine feather.
Always.

I wake up in the morning.
The sun shines too bright.
Yet I can't see the light.
Dark.
Empty.
And everything's different.

I lost him.

He said, "Don't ever let me go."
He asked, "Love me unconditionally."

Regrettably, it's not addressed to me.

You.
I love you.
No, I don't ask you to love me back.
Be good.
Be merry.
Though you're not with me.