scratches of my rage

I can act that everything is ok
but the worry spinning around in my head
Seconds, minutes, hours and days seem can't take them away from me
I wanna yell out to them who had given me a pain
but my surrounding forced me not to do that
It's so suck knowin' that I just wait on and on the answer
Please tell me the truth
What it is...
yes to go on or no to end it
The pride makes me coward to move forward
Now I'm playin' puzzle in my mind
What is the ending of my story?....