A poem: a war within

I see myself from above,

The only thing I feel is guilt.

It feels like my fault, and you shove,

I put my feelings aside

Again, I feel guilt.

I’m angry,

Yet I cower

So much to say,

It could pour out like a shower,

Yet I hold it inside, fighting my own self. What do I do, what do I say, and how do I say it?

No.

I’ll stay silent instead.

It’s all in my head.

A monster to keep contained,

To let out another day.

For I feel ashamed