I don’t need a reason to shut you out.

I don’t need a reason to display my doubt.

I don’t have a reason to tell you why.

And I don’t need a reason to refuse to try.

It’s my choice. I control my feelings.

I can decide whether to let them free

Or to cage them like rabid animals,

Desperate to break free of their cursed bonds.

It’s my choice.

You want a reason?

Fine.

It’s because I have to.