Poetic Excuses

Deal With It

I hate how everyone assumes I'm okay except a select few when I'm ready to burst into tears.

I know I must stay strong until my last breath just to keep a reputation.

After so many years of my pain and suffering being hidden beneath anger and physical strength, I finally let it all reveal.
You don't understand the things I have gone through, none of you do... you only know half of it, just like I only know half of your life. This isn't directed at a single person, but many.
I hate how I have to regain that reputation and hide all the pain again. To pretend I don't suffer...
I hate how I tell people I am fine when I feel like running away while I have the chance. But no. So they just have to deal with it.

I can't leave, not yet. Not until this weekend. I made a promise that I would leave with them if they asked me to this weekend. I said I could wait.
I lied. I can't wait. I would love some freedom, but I have to wait. I have to deal with it like everyone else.

I hate when people make me feel bad just so they can get their way. No, I don't want to play a solo because I sound like shit. Oh, I'm sorry I turned you down and hurt your feelings, but that is life.
Deal with it.