A thorned rose ,forced to grow a certain way ..

How can you hate me for my feelings but expect sympathy for yours ? How does it make sense … Why are you the only one allowed to feel ? What are the rest of us ? How can you hate me for my feelings when I hardly ever express them ? Afraid to be tramped upon Afraid to fall on deaf ears ..

How can you hate me for my feelings for so many years , that now I hate me for my own feelings .

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