i hold myself back from happiness because every time i loosen my grip i am told to reel myself back in.

when i laugh loud i am told to silence my joy.

when i cry silently i am told to gain composure.

when i stand up for myself i am called a bitch.

when i am quiet i am asked what my

problem is.

when i say i would rather stay in i am told that i am a buzz kill.

when i say nothing i am horrible,

but when i say something i am even worse.