Why am I so internal?
Why am I so internal?
I’m in a place in existence
where I feel a deep pain.
It lies inside of me
controlling me at time’s…
I do things to try and master it
but sometime’s nothing can
dowse the flames of hurt & pain.
When I don’t keep myself busy,
is when it really hits me
like a shot gun blast
I feel out numbered,
as if I'm surrounded by hoodlums
and the only way the pain depletes
briefly, is to keep myself busy…
I think it’s me…
I’m my own worst enemy
keeping things bottled up inside
of me is weakening myself esteem.
If I express my feelings towards a
situation, my words appear vicious,
and hatred is the impression…
How do I shake this feeling?
I must do something,
I feel as if I’m drowning at times
and my lungs to weak to keep from
breathing; like I’m forced to be under
water and hold my breath, for if I breath
I might lose my life…
I wish I wasn’t so internal,
I wish I could just brush
things off of my shoulders…
C. Perry 9/2010
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