I'm a venting can,
lid wide opened,
spilling
into person after person
I direct the conversations
around me, always
why am I so selfish?
why do I wish
to burden others with
my sufferings?
can't stop venting,
whether I trust you or not
can't stop venting
I just can't stop.
handing them my sack
of emotions, to carry
along with their own.
I don't want to plague them
with my pain,
I have to do this on my own.
I try to close up again
but I'm too opened
to be closed.
I can't un-reveal
everything I told.
can't stop venting,
whether I trust you or not
can't stop venting,
I just can't stop.
compensate those days
I was put on display
in plain view
unprotected.
I have to let it all out
before I break down
sensitive as a bomb,
time is ticking, exploding
any minute now.
in the past
I hushed my tone
while forced to endure
all alone.
watched myself lose innocence
becoming filthy and unpure
all the while staying silent,
but inside,
mind running wild
and violent.
blood boiling, begging
to let a scream escape
to have a person understand me
to have a chance to speak
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tried to make it a little different this time with some repetition. Ironically, I'm venting.
