i am an island

guess what world?

i am not a rock.

for the most part, i hide my emotions well.

i deal with stuff on my own.

i bottle things up.

then sometimes i break.

and i hurt people because i am selfish.

then i cry. a lot.

and i feel

lonely.

incredibly lonely.

and the loneliness increases because of my rebellious nature.

"let me come to that conclusion on my own," i say.

even though i already have.

but i hope that someday i grow up.

and maybe in the meantime, you can love me anyway?