Sometimes

Sometimes a person's character never ceases to amaze and puzzle me. No matter how much I've known, I know how they act, but I don't know why.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to figure them out.
Sometimes I feel like wrapping myself up in a bubble, my feelings totally not tampered by the actions or assumptions of others. Perhaps, falling asleep without the worry of waking up.
Sometimes I'm glad that I know how to shut up better. Hurts more, but prevents situations from getting worse.
Sometimes I think I'm overacting. Or maybe not.
Sometimes I wish they'd care about how I felt once in a while.
Sometimes it's not sometimes. More like everytime.

Hmmm.
Everytime, I hope I get to speak my mind. But I can't.