Story not to tell

         

As this is mine
Its a secret to release

When i am hurt
I lough too much
To avoid tears to fall
From my eyes

When i cry
I isolate myself
To hide what is to much
For self to sustain

When i am disappointed
I blame myself
For too much
I expected

When anger catches me
I dry my pillow
For i cant pull up
The fight

When i am weak
I remember that i live by my own
And That abandonment is what hosted me at first,and i strongly  lift myself up

When no one can hear me
I talk to myself,regardless of who is observing  and try to be my own friend..and it works

            .......Iza Ira......