All of the emotions deep inside of me

building up, filling up, growing silently.

Anger, sadness, depression and fear

walking, crawling, drawing near.

The tears are flowing down my face

then vanishing quickly with out a trace.

I can't let them see my pain,

can't let them win again.

My hands are shaky, knees are weak,

I feel fragile, frail and meek.

So I pick up and put on my mask

where no one knows; there's nothing to ask.

I wish that it could be easily said;

the thoughts, the problems in my head.

I wish that I could sit and talk

with a friend or take a walk.

Just to be able to let it out

so they would know what it's all about.

But I know what they would say,

it's always the same in any which way.

So I let the emotions deep inside of me

build up, fill up, grow silently.