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"I can hold it in!

No sweat!  No problem!

Piece of cake.

I just won't talk...

I'll suck it up, and drive on, drive on...

No one will know."



What a pity,

What I held in, became so covered.

Like tar over shingles...

And all the while the rains came down.

And I forgot to keep the roof covered.



I became so involved with the world,

I didn't see my house leak.

And I'd hate how people said,

"I can read you like a book you see."

A book!

I am a person far more sophisticated

Than a movie,

Than a script,

Or some soap opera play.

You can't fit me between pages.

I AM beyond words,bigger than a stage.

You cannot fit in it all that is me,

I am the paper and the ink.

The reader, the audience, the actor, the muse.

Don't tell me that you can read me,

This ploy, I refuse.



Then after some time,

I just couldn't deal,

Mental maddness too big to heal.

Hurt so bad I didn't want to feel.

Thought I'd go insane,

I reached for a blades,

I Tripped my own my ego,

Fell in way over my head, I did go.



Then I heard those words...

"Think of your life as a house."

Then the memories came.

"When did you go there last?"

I became quite as a mouse.

The tar wasn't there,

The roof fell in.

Everything I wanted never to get out-----



The out came in, and the in went out.

I hated the fact she could see me...

With all my faults so foul.

She heard my screams, even some howls.

She saw me going insane,

I wanted to seal my fate.



I tried to bail,

But it was apparent that I failed...

And all that I thought I could hide,

Simply, was there for anyone to find.

But she told me there was no shame,

And I could get better she had no doubt.



Pride, went before my fall...

She ended up reading me like a book after all.