Being your self feels like an Impossible task,
Your mind trapped, mirroring your inner self into a shiny flask .
Smoothing your insides , so no one can see the darkness you hold, because in the end you will fold .
Capturing your moods , so you don’t burst ,with so much anger you are out of thirst .
Your favourite words” I am fine “ when in reality you are screaming inside .
You hold your breath till you can’t no more, then you start to shake then you hit the floor.
Your eyes are pouring from extreme pain, You need to carry your baggage before you become insane.