The emotions I feel are all bottled up inside, I feel like everyone's take me for a ride, the constant nagging and the simple complications, makes every thing I do looked at and put under a microscope, hate in me like a bull hearing Toro but mind as calm as a bottle of coke, every fizz another burst of anger...makes me feel like life is tainted with a stain that can't be washed away, trapped in a box that makes you feel outside..but pride alone makes you victim to the firm illusion that your in control, and all you can do is die to self, BC from the stress of life and everything else ..that seem like the right thing to do. Because guilt before action is morality