That's Sick.

You, yes you.

I'm talking to you.

Still remember the thing that I keep forcing you to do?

I know you can't remember it.

I don't even know whether you take it seriously.

I only have few words to say.

I'm not a piece of junk you can easily throw in the bin.

I'm not a shit you can easily step on.

I'm not a puppet you can easily pull the string to make me move.

I'm not a bitch you can easily have pleasure and fun with.

I'm not an animal you can easily drag me back and forth.

I have a pride. Need a better explanation of pride?

I bet you don't even know any words you've been saying beforehand.

I bet you don't even understand what you've done to me.

I bet you don't even know what I'm saying.

and I bet,

You don't even know me....

I didn't make the decision with a pride or smiling or even laughing my guts out.

I don't need anyone to tell me what I should do.

I have a better reason to decide. I even forced myself to draw out with a conclusion.

I don't need further questions and words that keep torturing me to take back the words I've been muttering.

Don't you know a decision is something you have to think wisely before you act?

Don't you know it's hard to make it?

Don't you know how fucking hard it is to verbalize words everyday,

telling myself "Everything's fine. Don't think about it."?

Don't you know it's extremely hard to ease the pain and tell yourself not to worry?

Don't you know anything?

Don't tell me the feeling you don't even feel.

Don't tell me the words you don't really mean.

And don't say yes when actually you don't.

Can I tell you,

You are the reason I've been bursting into tears thousands time?

You are the reason I look stupid in front of anyone else because of my tears?

You are the reason I become lame in making decisions?

But still, I'm not willing to blame you.

Maybe EVERYTHING is my fault.

Maybe I'M the starter.

p/s : I wonder how easily I break my ego when it's you I'm facing.

I wonder how cheap my tears are when I don't have to force them to flow.

I wonder what kind of person you think I am.

A person or a leisure. A heart or a game.