Pain

My tears are for me to see. Why should the world see them?

My heartache is for me to bear. How it is of concern to them ? 

My pain is my self-inflicted punishment. Why should you be a part of it?

I decide to suffer silently. I decide to implode . 

I decide to keep my sorrows to myself.  Is that a crime?

I never share, try never to hurt, try to accomodate, try to keep you happy, is that wrong? 

You want me to be me, but then why dont you accept me when I am angry? 

Take me as a whole or reject me wholly, but never in parts. I am what I am.

My tears are invisible and my moans are silent, does it mean I am not hurt? Is my pain so worthless ?