you may know what my favorite dishes are,
what colours that I like,
what kind of allergic that I have.
You know me so effin well,
every little inch of me,
Yet I wonder why in the world,
after all this time,
you obviously do not know
what exactly makes my happiness
you keep pushing me saying ‘yes’
when you know exactly
that I want to say ‘no’
why can’t you take the fact
that we have difference understanding about what really defines my happiness
I mean if we seriously talk about my happiness
don’t you think it is natural for me
to know it better than you?!
Don’t you know?!
the more you force me to embrace
your definition of my happiness
the more unhappy I’d become.
Please,
You don’t want me to be unhappy
do you?!
I know that you love me
but sometimes
it’s just
so way too much
. . .
it’s killing me
