I don't vent much.. I keep so much inside. I smile on the outside while my heart/feelings are being shred to pieces on the inside.
I don't dare say anything, as if my feelings don't count... I get "yelled" at or pegged a "b*tch". So inside I keep all these lil hurts...
One day the bottle will be so full.. maybe it will run over, or maybe it will burst....
Keep smiling thru the hurt.. and smile the fake smile.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
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