How can a day be so disappointing?
Why does everyone want to know about the past?
While I try to forget it,
They relive it.
They make my body burn,
Out of anger and hatred.
I know, somehow, I asked for it.
Why did I have have to bring this up?
Do I really deserve all this pain?
A question nobody answers to.
Those tears that fall down my cheeks
were they necessary?
Did I really have to cry?
Couldn't I have retained those tears?
So much disappointment