Bubbling
Festering, bubbling, brewing… begging to be released. No! Burry it deep. Don’t think it. Talk about it. Acknoledge it. It isn’t real. It isn’t happening. No. Not me. Not my life. What will they say. It will be so hard. They are so crewl. They won’t understand. But… it’s festering. Yearning to be free. Screaming…