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.