Hurting me, knowing I can't run into my parents' arms suffocating myself trying not to cry too loud wiping my tears before I walk out of my room that tough guy act the act of a two-faced soul saying "I'm okay" with a fainted smile while on the inside, my soul is screaming screaming for peace, love & joy because it hurts...it hurts when you love someone but their actions show the complete opposite, it hurts when you continuously forgive and all you get are backstab, it hurts when you give your last, poured out your all to such self-centered, selfish, remorseless people Then I sit in my bedroom at 3 a.m. overthinking, reminiscing when will it end? when will I feel valued? when will I feel pretty? when will I be happy once and for all? when will a person's actions reflect their words? when will I get my life together? when will I not let my heart get the best of me? when --- will....?