It could not be helped, perhaps, that my body is too weak.
It could not be helped, perhaps, when you had to be angry.
It could not be helped, perhaps, when you kept interrupting me.
It could not be helped, perhaps, when you had that look on your face.
It could not be helped, perhaps, that after all that has happened, I had to break down.

I hate to cry.

Good crap. Now I have to resolve to hate you for the rest of the semester.
Or I can simply just skip your lessons.