EPIPHANY

i smile through my pain, as the sun shines even after the rain. i can't wear my rage in my face. it's not what my mother would like, nor my father. this world will call me a mad woman, and what a shame she went mad! i will hide my anger behind my fake torelence. i hate fakeness. i hate to make those fake face. still i've to, because no one likes a mad women. sometimes i live with the fear if i'm being rude to someone or being too polite. either way i'll be at fault. i'll be critised for my good & bad equally. if i' m rude, then fingers will be raised towards me "how can she behave like that? a woman is made of love and made to serve love". the world have always taken too much love from a women and left her heart hollow. and if she's too polite, than she's definitely faking it because no one's this nice. she's just putting up a show to get love. oh now she wants love, what a terrible demand! too much to ask. too much, always a li