INTROVERT PROBLEMS

If only I could open up

If only I could say what I feel

If only I never hold back

Things could be different

They can potentially change everything

May be,

Just maybe

things could have been different

But that’s how I am

that’s how I work

Bottling up every emotion, every pain, anger, and even love

inside myself, inside my heart

Till I am completely filled and exhausted

and then I spill it so bad

that I look like a complete idiot

Unable to cope up with my own self

But I guess that’s who I am

I speak less, for I know

that words never play fair

They can only worsen things…