Feelings burn like acid,
Waiting to be released,
Wanting you to open up
The cage in which they are encased.
So many things you've hidden for so long;
It's poisoned your heart and you know it's wrong.
You want to kick, you want to scream,
Instead you just dream
of something better.
The things that you have never said,
Kicking you inside your head.
You don't know what to do
And now you're black and blue.
TIGHT PIECE
Yes, Black and Blue. Hi, Nikki. Sometimes making inner peace or resolving inner conflicts does mean having to say goodbye to unhealthy things and people. Thanks for your thoughts, they are good ones. Great poem~!