This is an honest letter.
Laying the cards down
and being genuinely vulnerable.

So many things in my mind.
I don't know if Iam a mistake
or the society needs to accept.

I've been bundling up my emotions and feelings
As if you are trying to keep the kittens controled.
I was least bothered about any of those.
But now, I finally realize that it's too much.

I think of people and friends to share
But my mind goes blank.
And I sit or lay getting lost in thoughts.
It may seem nothing but it feels real.

I stay up hours on the rooftop,
Bearing the cold wind, staring at the sky
And listening to music.
With a cup of warm water.

I just keep crying at the laughers of other's family
And the bonding shared of understanding.
I always thought, my family is doing well.
But it's a mess. I feel like i put on a mask everytime.

I can't tell others because it's my business.
I can't let them know because I have a face.
I can't share to them because they may judge.
I can't tell anyone because I'm afraid
to be vulnerable.

However, this...