Isn't it Ironic?

Isn’t it Ironic?

 

It’s sometimes overwhelming having so much to say,

Thoughts filling your head all moments of the day,

But when the opportunity to let it out comes along,

The thoughts disappear and everything goes wrong,

You ponder and concentrate to find the right words,

Yet there seem to be none and you find yourself trapped in hurt,

You know that you have hidden emotions and thoughts hid away inside,

But right now, the only thing you want to do is hide,

So, there you sit with so much to say,

But no right words to write down for display, 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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