Hidden Anger

 I know I'm not usually this kind of person. But I've suppressed my feelings for so damn long. I just ignore and try to forget whenever I'm hurt. It keeps happening over and over again.


But I'm human, dammit. I have limits too. I have feelings, and I also have this hidden anger. 


When I try so hard to hide it, I end up hurting people by saying things as jokes. But honestly, I'm fucking hurt.


I don't know how to let these feelings out. I'm scared of being judged. I've felt judged my whole life.

So, does it even matter if I try to be honest and talk about what I'm feeling?


Because in the end, they just judge me anyway?


-Nina Nadhila


1st June 2024

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