Sometimes I think of giving up.
But I just can't.
When I fell down,
I always tried to get up.
When I'm torn,
I always tried to put myself back.
My heart was full of anger,
And I am tired.
Tired of what they let me feel.
The feeling that I'm always wrong,
The feeling that I'm like an empty paper.
The feeling that I'm always an invisible air.
The feeling that I haven't done anything right.
The feeling that I do not belong.
The feeling that I do not exist.
I may be tough,
But not enough.
Not enough to ease the pain.
Not enough to hear those blames.
Not enough to stop my tear.
Not enough to be silent,
To be silent about what I feel.
Yes, you may see the blank expression in my face.
But you can see hurt in my eyes.
You can see anger in my brown eyes.
You can see revenge in my dark eyes.
And that revenge is worth the wait.
