Inside Voice
It's almost an art form, bottling it all up Not saying a word and letting your blood boil Showing a smile to the world, staying strong Yet crying and letting go behind closed doors, Though it doesn't really work for everyone, Cos some hearts can only take so much Until they boil over and the rage kicks in And you lose control of your emotions Sometimes losing control is perceived as weak It ostracizes people and overshadows everything Any and all good deeds go down the drain pipe And you're left to tangle with your troubles alone But is it really weak to accept your pain? And want company during hard times? Is it really fair to ostracize the already lonely? When all they ever wanted was a friend? You feel your nightmares become real All your dreams dissappear before you And your past will haunt you everyday No choice, you just have to live through it Your heart, beating broken beats and so hollow That empty, lonely feeling of remorse inside The d...