Independence Day 2013

I'd rather choose to cry and to be called as weak
than explain myself and disrespect you.

I'd rather choose to hurt you by keeping my mouth shut
than say nasty things and hurt you even more.

I'd rather choose to work hard in silence
than slap you in the face with my progress.

I was hurt that's why I cried. I couldn't stop crying because it was frustrating; I couldn't do anything. I know you were influenced by something; you were not in your normal state of mind. But I believe you utter the words that you were trying to keep inside your heart; you were disappointed. I can't blame you. But... Is it too much to ask for your patience? For your understanding? For your trust?

It hurts because I was expecting too much. I thought I did enough to gain your respect and trust. But I guess all the sacrifices were not enough. But don't worry, I won't give up. I will try to endure the pain. I will remain strong. I will work hard. But I can't promise you that I will forget that day. The scar will always be there. The wound is too deep it would take years to heal.

Current state: Shut down. Too hurt to socialize. It may take a while.