There are too many words in my head
That I’ll never get to say aloud.
No, I can’t, but I want to say it,
Want to scream from the top of my lungs.
One day, I’ll break, and it will be big.
It’s held back by the thinnest of strings.
My mind is a mess of hidden stress;
No one sees how much they’re pushing me.
None know that their actions have effects.
It’s only a matter of time now.