Shut up for a while, would you? My dear mind, please.

Why are there so many people to please? 

Why can't I just mind my own feelings and do whatever I want? 

Why do I always have to care so much, about everybody? 

I'm tired.

I'm a frightened bird, hiding in my cage again, fearing to even open the door to fly out, even though the lock is broken. 

All I do now is to shut the door tight, waiting to be engulfed by the thoughts in my head. 

Tiff. 

What's wrong with me again.