thinking out loud

No one knows about it.
No one, but myself.

No one knows that I had a big quarrel with my mom
when I was home around 11:00 pm
after we finished it around 10:00 pm at school.
(PS: I called my mom before I stayed at school,
and I called again before I was leaving school and going home.)

No one knows how depressed I feel.
No one knows how disappointed I am.
No one knows how much pressure I bear.
No one knows how much I wanna run away.
No one knows how much I wanna scream.
No one knows how much I wanna cry out loud.
No one knows how much I hate it.

No one knows how it feels like... to pretend that I'm alright!