Lies were sprung, scenes were played. You hoped to see my tears, hear my pleas, feel my anger yet all you received was indifference. I acknowledged the false statements, let the acts unfold.
I witheld the sorrows, the anger, the chaos within; everything you wanted to witness.
Why must you crave to see my broken state? Why were you flustered to know that I had felt those things yet never expressed it? Were you disappointed that you wasted your efforts for a show that would only unfold behind close curtains?
Reverse psychology may have worked on others but it won't on this little girl.
I won't throw a tantrum for anyone's sake for I know from experience that it solves nothing, it only degrades one's self. I may shed tears but those are for no eyes to see, there may be cries but they're for no one else's ears to hear.
My heart's words are for to be felt and heard by no one but myself.
