- You’re standing behind the door. You’re calling my name. I can hear the strange sounds you often make. You bang on the door and you make those sounds again and again. I can feel the anger building up inside me. I ignore the sounds and your voice. I try to play deaf and ignore everything I hear around me. I want to forget what you did—I want to feel better, but you make it impossible. Even though you care, my feelings are a joke or a game—you can never see the hurt you sometimes cause.

- You give me hurt and you give me anger. You give me tears and you give me frustration. Even when I vent out the feelings you’ve caused upon you, it doesn’t even seem to matter. You don’t understand my feelings and you hurt me again and again with a blind eye. It seems so easy for you to laugh off the hurt you’ve caused me—so easy for you
to joke and play around with my feelings, never leaving me alone.

- Don’t you see how you make me feel? Won’t you open your eyes for once? Won’t you give me my space, so I can get over the things you’ve done? Why do you return to bring me more hurt and anger when I am still trying to forget the previous?

- Just give me my space. Stop banging on my door. Stop calling my name. I need this time for myself. My feelings are not a joke. They are not a game. I need to forget and forgive. Give me a change to get over it. Just stop it all—and give me this space.