I made the world believe that I’m happy, strong, a fighter, and a survivor. But how long will I have to act like a perfect happy person if deep inside I’m totally broken.
They always ask me if I do encounter some problems. They asked about it because if I am in front of them, I made everything so funny, so happy. I do like to act happy, a strong person in front of them because I don’t want them to know that I’m weak inside. I told them some of my problems but I say it s a joke. Because I don’t want them to problem my problems. I want everything to be natural. Even though it’s hard to pretend that I’m strong.
Even though in my family, I used to hide my problems to them. But only my mom can noticed it. Only my mom can understand what I’m going through. But even to my mom, I never try to tell everything. I have many friends, but I know, no one can help me carry my burdens. I know sometimes, no one can understand me. But it’s my way to pretend that I’m ok. I can face my problems but if my problems are my relatives, I think I can’t do anything. Now a day, there are some conflicts between my family and my relatives. I really don’t know how to solve it because even me is part of the conflict. I’m hurt when I heard the bad things that my aunt, my cousins told. My mom is really strong and maybe I’m like her. But now, I don’t care what will happen between my relatives and my family. Who cares? Its there fault, not ours. For me, a little thing that includes my family makes me broken.
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