"I cry almost only when it's dark. Does that make me weak? I talk only when I'm not seen. Does that mean I fear confrontation? I have to look away to listen. Does that mean I'm incapable of facing people? I have to hate myself a bit more every time someone tells me I suck. Does that mean I need excuses to hate myself? I absorb the music before the lyrics. Does that mean I know how flat these words are? I can't tell people what they mean to me. Does that mean I'm cowardly?", my mind said. Right before I agreed.
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