I'm not the sort of person
to show people how I feel
So what you think you might see
isn't necessarily real
I rarely carry my heart
at the tip of my tongue
it's easier to fake a smile
and act like nothing's wrong
Problems they might pile up high
and I just keep on lying
I keep pretending I'm just fine
While inside I feel like dying
Hurt of angry or broken
I just lock it up inside
stupid thing about feelings
you can run but you can't hide
Eventually it happens
the final drop that falls
and liking it or not
breaks down my protective walls
Shattered into a million pieces
not knowing where to start
these things beneath the surface
are tearing me apart
All those broken parts
that I didn't want to show
come crashing down all at once
I lose control, have to let go
Shouting, fighting, crying
like there'll never be an end
and though it might feel like I'm choking
It's what you need
to start to mend...
-Do-