It's just one of those days

Just feels like the whole day was devoted to try and break me down. For me to collapse in tears from stress and pressure and being misunderstood. But I haven't. I've teared up and a few have escaped. But I'm not done. I'm not going to give certain people the satisfaction of making me smaller than what I am. I understand things. More than people realise. 

I wonder if people understand their perception of me is not how the world sees me or how I see myself. I wonder if people understand this when it comes to themselves. 

I don't even know what's stopping me from breaking anymore.