It hurts.

Dear, you think I've been foolish.

You think I could've hidden the words more,

could've been more implicit.

I see it in the way you speak, the way you stare,

that knowing smirk.

It is true.

I could, but I did not.

We both know one needs to be understood.

One simply needs to be understood!

So, why do you deny me that right?

Am I not worthy of it?

I hid storms that came my way,

So that you stand there unphased, unbothered, untroubled.

Now, my cords went loose.

I leave a hint here and there,

talking about petty things.

That's the only way I know to keep those storms inside.