Sometimes I hate this
bottling up my feelings
keeping them inside
I pretend to be happy
showing the world I can handle
what it has thrown my way
Inside, my brain stews
thinking things over
more than is necessary
Tears welling, I run,
my bed and room provide the
comfort I need to express my feelings
I know exactly how you feel, in fact, I don't think I could've said it better myself.
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