I don't know why I can't voice out my own thoughts.
They're there. Always. But it can't seem to find a way out.
People can't understand why my lips are sealed. They were always been.
They misunderstand. Makes fun of it. They'll laugh at you but why can't I say something back?
It hurts. It really hurts.
I smile back cause that's the only thing I think I can do. And, maybe, just maybe. They'll know. From the pain behind the smile. From the eyes that scream. I wish they would know. Cause I wouldn't be writing this if they did.
So it hurts.
Is this
Is this what?
This feeling of wanting words to come out of my mouth that my mind came up with but couldn't.
They can say whatever they want to say. Hurtful or not, they can do it but why can't I?
Everything is bottled. Lips blocked but my mind continues to race. So, it's been piling up. Up and up until nothing's left.
These pent-up feelings. I don't know if I could let this out before I couldn't anymore.
I wish I can before it's too late.