Broken Inside

All these while, I live to please people around me. Expectations everywhere. I was born to complete the incomplete puzzles. Since the beginning, I was forced to be strong. I am glad. I really am growing stronger than anybody else. I'm used to eat up my tears, swallow my sadness and show only the bright part of me. Growing up being the strong one, is not that great. People will be amazed but they don't know the struggle. They see me smiling, making people smile and just there whenever someone needs the comfort. I'm expected to always be ready. If there are any storms, I need to be ready to stand in front, face it. No reason accepted. I can't be dark, gloomy. They have bigger problems than me. I can't complain. I just need to be there. Be there and fulfill all the desire. Is it still not enough? You got every piece of me. Is it still not enough? Can't I save some for myself? When I need to have some time with my own pieces, I got thousand of whys but I didn't say any when I gave out the pieces. My feelings don't matter anymore because I used to only show rainbows and sunshine that you forget that I have feelings too. Never try to understand me, what I've been through and what I want. I am so broken inside. So so broken. And when I thought that I will finally see some light, I thought wrong. I should have no expectations. I know that but I am still too dumb to give a chance. It ends up being a chance that kills me inside, that breaks me more. But maybe this is just me. Being overreacting, overdramatic over nothing. I guess I have to eat it all up again.