0 Bottled Up

I keep it all bottled up. One word here. One phrase there. Nothing more. I say nothing else.
I add on to my bag of burdens, it is not light, it will only get heavier, No one will help me.
I don't want to look vulnerable. I don't want to look weak. I am not unsustainable. I am not broken.
But it's hard to hide behind my wall, I stacked up, brick by brick, lie by lie.
"I'm fine." "I'm okay." When really, I'm not...
Everything I do or say will be thrown back at me, and judged upon.
It's just easier this way.


--Denae V, 14