Please don't talk to me about patience, you don't know how many things I wait for, you don't know about the long moments as I watch the clocks move slowly, you don't know about the wishes I wait to fulfill, how many trials I endure to the point that I fear I'll get used to them, don't ask me about my endurance because I endure unbearable absurdities every day, I overcome situations that if they happened to you, I might end your life immediately, I overcome personal, hurtful details that push me to collapse, I overcome the disappointments of friends, those I trusted and who let me down severely and who deliberately hurt me, you don't know how many times I overcame anxiety attacks to appear calm in front of you, you don't know how many times I overcame feelings of loss, longing, and yearning, even sadness, regret, and self-flagellation, all these feelings that I keep in fear of appearing extremely fragile and weak in front of someone, and please don't talk to me about war and challenge.. I am always at war, with myself that searches for any opportunity to escape from the world and from my reality in continuing life normally, a war against my fears of the future Disturbed and shaken, a very harsh reality, responsibilities and endless pressure, I am just a beautiful image in front of you, you do not know the truth of the matter, you do not know what is happening behind the scenes.