A day where that person
does not want to talk,
anger comes out as tears
danger, seems to be clear.

A day where that expectation
did its revenge on me,
as I was piling it on,
like a water overflowing into a pond.

A day where that cry
without your knowledge,
just for one person's urge,
no fruit for any try.

A day where your destination
questions you back,
as you carry book in a big bag,
killing yourself inside, curves outside.