Concealed Tears

I was still, watching events happen uncomplainingly. Keeping mum on what I hear and things being thrown about me.

I know one day, I will lose this little patience I have. Afraid of what I might be capable of doing. When I’m mad, I fear no one.

My tongue can be as sharp as a sword, makes heart wounded. Very very very wounded. But I never lie. I live in truth. Truth can be hurtful to some, but set people free.

My most frightening day has come…that I have to speak up. Let the truth out.

I have no history of starting a fight. Never. But I bite when provoked.

I fight my own battle. Never beg on people to take sides on me. Sign of weakness it is! And perhaps guilt.

Reason for my courage, I have not done harm (on purpose) on anyone to begin with.

I’m secured of myself. I know where I stand. I never envy people. I’m happy of each and everyone’s success.

I was never afraid of failure, it inspires me even more to get up and work harder, become a better person.

Jealousy eats us up alive. I was never one.

Forgiveness. Is not freely given. Must be earned.

I was not born perfect, nobody is. I can be wrong and have mistakes. I have emotions, I am human. I get hurt on people trying their best to kick me out and look bad on people. But this hurt inside me makes be tough to resist! To fight back what is right and just. To prove you wrong. Very wrong. You will regret this day. Believe me. Tsk!

Girl, if you don't stop I will post your picture on this blog!!! I'm serious. I always do what I say.

I've said my piece. Time to move on...and let that person weep 'till her eyes cry blood!

Am I bad? Yes, I can be wicked on people doing me wrong. BINGO na eh!

Oh well, (breathe in, breathe out) I need a good dinner! *wink*