Because it is something complicated that nobody can really feel in order to understand.
Unless you put yourself in my shoes, then you might understand. How big are they. The scars.
All of them.
It is something needed to feel in order to understand.
All of them, however, are not something for everybody to know. Something private in which, it makes nobody could understand.
But once you knew, you would know, how much burden I had keep in my mind for all these times.
And you would feel, behind every words, in every expression, in every action, consists of something meaningful.
And you would indeed notice, for every single smile, lies some exceptional burden, and scars I always keep, in every single second of my life.
Demotivated,
