Bottled Thoughts

​Bottled up thoughts constantly haunt me.

Thoughts that would make people see me as simply human,

Thoughts that could hurt people,

And thoughts that could alter relationships.
I bottle up these thoughts,

Because no one is compelled to know what I feel,

To know what I think, and to know what goes through my mind.

I bottle up everything, because it seems the easier thing to do.
I have no identity, 

I have no doubt that who I am, 

Does not affect anyone. 

I live to please people.

But am selfish in the eyes of others

As I try to voice out my thoughts,

And to attempt to not bend to people’s wills. 

I simply exist in a world where no one gives a shit.