i'm sick and tired.
i give up.

i just want to go home.
go back to my family, my girlfriends.

i wished i could be more assertive.
but i can't.

that feeling of being powerless-
that fear stricken me;

the feeling of a rock stuck in your throat
and there's knots in your stomach.

what did i do wrong again?

if there were ever be another chance again,

"i'm sorry"
"please don't hate me"

even though i don't think i did wrong,
even though i don't know what i did wrong.

i'm taking the initiative.

i'll just let people walk all over me again.
i'll be okay.