I want to cry, but I can't because I'm afraid that it will be invalidated by the same people you want to pour your heart out to. Being told that it's immature to cry when you reach a certain age, or that you are just being emotional about the matter, or that it simple is something that shouldn't be cried about just really kills something inside you. Something deep in your chest just crumbles entirely. Your scandalous weeping becomes a mild hiccuping sound, your river of tears suddenly dries, and your gaping mouth turns into a fine line. You stop just like they wanted. You stop crying, you stop explaining, you stop justifying, you stop trusting, you stop confiding. In the end, I just want to cry again at what has become of me because of them. But I can't. The tears just won't come anymore.