A world of things I wish to say,

But know I’ll never speak

I keep them in my hiding place

For fear of seeming weak.

These thoughts that bubble in my head,

But I keep them bottled tight,

I think I’d rather end up dead,

Than let them see the light.

For every thought I’ve dared to breathe,

I’ll have withheld a score,

It’s not in my nature to deceive,

Only to avoid a coming war.

I recognize the monumental task,

I must put upon myself,

To measure each word before I ask,

For something bettering my health.

I cry and cry and cry again,

“It’s too much, I’m going under”

Yet here I sit and shall remain,

Left with my words to wonder.

So remember this, I would request,

And take my words to heart,

That at my worst I did my best,

To hide my pain from the start.