My secret.


Your love stifles me.

I can’t show you my truest self because I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.

I have no regrets about the words I hurl at you in my anger coz I expect you to see through it.

I try to tame my dreams and ambitions so that it aligns with what you expect of me. I’ve been failing for the past 24 years.

I want to do better. I want to be a better person. But, I just don’t seem to be able to.

Does this make me a horrible person?

Nonetheless; I love you. I will never be able to tell you that to your face.

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