21.2.11

This curse of mine

I feel how something bubbles up inside
The anger, the hurt
Seeking a crack where it could escape

The tears start to roll down my cheeks
"Stop crying! For heavens sake!"
Do they really think I want just sit there and cry?

I just want to scream and shout
Maybe even break or hit something
But I won't let that happen

I just walk into my room amd put on some music
It helps but dosen't erase my weakness
I bottle everything up, wait and hope I don't explode

This bottle I try to hide away
It isn't a blessing, it is a curse
I beg that it dosen't crack or break
Because then I might have to tell everyone how I really feel