Jack-in-the-box

How else to express, but in writing.

You lock it up.

And It builds up,

anguish over worry,

agony upon pain,

tragedy above mistakes.

Then,

POP! 

Goes your brain.

You want to scream, 

yet you remain mute.

Not a sound let out.

So......

you write.

Not long for it agonizes you. 

Short and foward.

No pauses. 

Just letting it out. 

Not for pity,

but for stregth

To smile the next day.