I’m sorry . I can’t cry . But I can act like one tough emotionless bitch that has no compassion amongst her when I’m feeling grave . And it is this very action that is perceived as such , and not as what it truly is . I feel pain . I am full of sorrow . I am hurting . And yet I can’t even come so close as to appearing sad . I show a mask . I have learned and mastered the most unfortunate art of cover . Pain and sadness is looked at as anger and ill hearted . I envy those that can let out their suffering in one single step . They can immediately demonstrate how feeble , and weak they are . They don’t think . They just act . I have obtained a cursed skill . I can not let him- let anyone see my true sadness . I can’t cry . Even when it’s the one thing I desire the most in the world to be alleviated of the pain . It’s the one thing I can not do . How do you tell people you can’t show emotion ? Better yet, how can they understand ? They’ll just have to see . It is an island that can not be found , except, by those who already know where it is . That’s Exactly it . I wish they will stay long enough to see . But I want to be freed and to just show them myself . But crying is hard . Showing my pain is difficult . I have simply become a master of this wretched art . And I hope that one day, I will learn a counter spell .