A Thousand Nights.

Pitiful

I wish I could just avoid thoughts and reprive them in the deepest corner of my mind.
In psychology, I learned about repression that basically means sealing emotions into the unconscious.
I have been doing this practice my whole life and I feel like a ticking bomb waiting to explode.
I am truly a skeptical person that just hides sorrow behind a rehearsed smile.
I never meant to sound depressed but I feel like a butterfly in a cage.
I can't seem to tell anyone my feeling hoping that if no one hears them I can more easily forget them.
I write this for the pleasure of myself acknowledging this wronging rather than the pitiful audience that might await after reading this.
There might be more feeling this way but I've never felt more alone.