I’ve been holding it in a lot
And every time I feel like I’m ready
To cry and write it all down
I never get the chance.
Then when I am alone I lose the courage
I had to put it on paper
To afraid it will make it more true somehow.
Afraid that once it’s down there staring me in the
Face, I’m making it permanent
And can’t be taken back hidden in the locked box labeled
PAINFUL.
