In-express

My inability to show emotions does not exempt me from feeling them.

So my bad when my face is not red and puffed up with tears rolling down my cheeks

My bad when my chest does not heap up and down when I choke on my tears

My bad when my mouth does not utter a single word of my doubts and fears.

I didn't know that that was what I needed in order to be cared for.

However, that does not mean I do not crave the energy and support I give off.

So do not abdicate on your duties once they've been given to you;

if you cannot reciprocate the energy then give a bitch a clue

so that I can know that the problem was never you.

It was my inability to choose friends who cherish me as much as I do them.