"You're filled with anger."

Am I?

How did you reach that conclusion?

Do you truly know me?

Can you tell me my favorite color? My cherished cuisine, the scent that enchants me, my most beloved day of the week, the hour of the day I hold dear, my passions, do you know any of it?

Do you know that I weep myself into slumber every night, while you rest, mere inches away?

Do you understand the guilt that consumes me every time I vent my frustration?

Do you realize that I find solace in our home only in your absence?

Do you know anything?

You don't.

You don't grasp the essence of me, yet you cast your judgment with such assurance?

~Yusra