Push it down , drink it in never let it out again .
Eat it all , consume the bad of a world unfair and mad .
I cannot speak , don’t know what to say , what good would it do me anyway ?
Lock it in , throw away the key , the outside me is all you’ll see .
My absolute devotion of suppressing these emotions , you’ll really have no notion of my inner commotion.
It’s not healthy , I realise but at any cost it goes inside.
Rationalised and quantified , all the pain I internalise .
Reflections, revelations poetry and writings. 
Those last two lines sum it up, really, sadly.
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Thank-you for reading , it’s hard to admit then describe a feeling .
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Absolutely. Internalizing is it’s own kind of slow death.
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That’s true , it’s a slow acting poison , unfortunately many of us are taught throughout life to keep our problems to ourselves , without having learned suitable method of dealing with them . Then they slowly eat away at you .
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