It confuses me sometimes.
why I have to shut up.
why I have to be nice.
why I have to be selfless.
why I have to be understand and caring and loving and forgiving.
why I have to live up, when we are all on the same boat.
why me?
I see things but have to be quiet because no one will believe how someone mistreats me. I see things but I have to let go because I’m supposed to be forgiving. I see things but I can’t be snappy or critical or even witty because that’s called being mean.
All eyes on me, all so unwilling to forgive.
