I'm so tired of explaining.

What even is the point of doing so?

People force their own explanation down my throat.

Forcing me to swallow what they know I've done.

Huffing in irritation when I refuse.

Rolling their eyes when I breathe in to speak.

Mentally blocking every word and aound that comes from my mouth.

Yet in the hopes of being understood, I spoke.

Ever so soft, forever unheard.

"Tears are a sign of weakness".

People say this isn't true.

And yet when they see me crying not of guilt but of frustration...

They take it upon themselves that it was the truth.

The truth of their knowledge.

Proof of their feelings.

Evidence to their perspective.

Why do I need to answer when you question?

Tell me, will it make a difference?

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Are you gonna take a second look when you feel what you feel again?

Will my answer be remembered?

When we're back at the same situation?

Will you stop and stare at that spoon full of your words?

Will it make you doubt if you should shove that explanation in my mouth?

Will it really make a difference?

Will my answer make you be more thoughtful?

Will it make you believe my own words?

Will it make you stop feeling offended whenever you feel that I offended you?

Or will we have to go on and on?

The cycle of me being rude,dumb, and mighty.

The cycle of you being rightious, wiser, and pure.

The cycle of you finding every little thing offensive.

The cycle of me always questionning myself.

What is the point of explaining when all I have to do is throw away my emotions and explanations?

It calms everyone down when I agree that I'm rude.

Saying okay to all your perspectives seems to vanish all the tension.

Sayung sorry no matter how unfair it was for me seems to make you all happy.

And even here...

I'm tired of explaining.