Inside of me

So I held the pen and my scribbling note on my left hand
Staring at it and wondering what could go wrong if I put down how I really felt
The turmoils in my head, the burnings of my heart
All I feel, just inside, torn between hiding in my confusion or speaking out to clear my head
Everything happening, every struggle, not visible for you to see but for me to feel
I want to scream out loud, only I’m in a sound proof room
You wouldn’t hear me
So I hold back, I feel it going down my throat, those words, those feelings
Back to where they belong
Will I ever speak?
I really don’t know
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Testing the waters....

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