up emotions I was never allowed to have, building up in my lungs. Soon I’ll suffocate on them. Anger, guilt, shame, worthlessness, grief, sadness. Ugly emotions that no one ever wants to talk about or feel. No, just shove those into a little box and pretend to be happy. Fake it till you make it. I didn’t make it. I went numb. And I can feel myself sinking into it again.
