Infected

I'm being infected with green poison.

What sorcery is this? I build my walls up and eventually got torn down with my own bare hands. This is tough as hell. Pretending like I didn't care but I do. Technically, it's easier to pretend that it didn't matter than to admit it's killing you. I can fake a smile, I can pretend to be happy, I can do a lot of these and you'll never find out. In reality, if you are silent about your pain, it will slowly consume you and eventually kill you on the inside.

Bitch cares, I pretended I could.'t care less. I mean I'm not the mushy type so obviously I'm at the losing end.

Pussy power. Be strong. Ima kill that motha fucking biatch.

On the contrary, I might be afraid of falling in love. My fear of being tied down and not having my freedom turns fairytale into a one man nightmare. Moreover, it's true that freedom is a lone road, thus explaining my contradicting plight.

I'm a strong girl. Even when I have tears trickling down my face, I still have two words, "I'm fine".