I do not speak my heart to you--only my mind. My heart is empty but my mind is full, and my voice pours out in quiet loudness. You hate it, and wonder why I won't let you have my emotions, too. If I pour out everything I feel, then I will feel nothing. You refuse to share what's going on with you: so how could you expect me to let you take when I can't receive? I will die if I am left weak and you are still strong. This is how I feel: but if I tell you, then I fall from hero of my own story to villain of yours. So instead, I give you pieces of my mind so I have peace of mind. My only objection is that my reason has silenced you into speechless passive-aggression. So speak your mind, if you won't speak your heart.