I'm sorry my emotions
are such a burden.
But it could be worse.
I don't make you
ask me what's wrong,
so just let me be.
And I'm not allowed to be
depressed for a while?
I'm forced to be happy?
And yes, let me take it out on you,
not with anger, but with silence.
Sensitivity will be the death of you,
why do you even care anyway,
when I'm just a face to you.