Those talks you couldn't have with many,
Those insecurities you were too insecure to talk about;
And no matter what you would achieve,
Those self-limiting thoughts would always bring you down.
Bottled up; for those talks, you could trust nobody with,
Not even yourself;
Talks that other people would think were too small to even think about,
But too heavy for you to bear.
Those moments when you would go blank,
When you would want to say something
but won't,
When you would just go inside your shell,
And no one would be able to tell,
What the problem with you is.
And then all those moments make you feel like a writer; moments when you write for yourself,
Because sometimes that's how you express yourself best to your own self,
That's how you get everything out of your system; when you feel bottled up.
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