(chapter I)

people get me wrong.
everything i do, i do it based on a purpose.
i don't expect them to understand.
(and they shoudn't expect me to be fine)

i build walls around myself.
build boundaries, so they don't get me wrong anymore.

so i keep my feeling inside of me, and just for me.
whether i am happy, or sad, or broken.

then,
i am feeling weird.
like no one trully knows me.
i am feeling lonely.
like no one cares much.

like i am having no where to go.