I could always say it loudly.
I could always make an argument.
I could always start the fire (I am).
I could always be the nut in family.
I could always lose my temper.
I could always bringing up my past.
I could always make it hard for everyone.
But, very often I choose to remain silent.
Because I do not want any argument.
I no longer enjoy of winning in verbal fight with them.
I just get tired of the anger I got in myself.
So, very often I ignored things that hurt me.
But they never seem to see the different me.
So even if I fight, I think I would never win.
Because fate decided, I could never win.
And the little wound around my body, start to sting.
And the amount of pain is kind of great.
And yes, it's killing.