I have so much love to share.
But to show my emotions well, I don’t dare.
My fear of being open, what could it be?
If I tell, what will you think of me?
So I suppress and bottle my compassion deep inside.
I remind myself, uphold your pride.
They don’t need to know how you feel or what you think.
If you reveal your feelings, the deeper you’ll sink.
They’ll reject you, it’ll backfire;
You’ll be distraught, disturbed and depressed.
Eruptions of anxiety burst in my mind; I search for composure and let my thoughts rest.
I relax as the panicked thoughts; anxiety and tension fade and slowly slip away.
Until they return, haunting and taunting another day.
'2013'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice therapy and good poem. Kudos