0511

they have been building up inside,
let them out with no place to hide,
setting free what once was locked,
holding them in as they were mentally blocked,
but i cannot hold them for too long,
as then things escape to where they belong,
spread out in pages for all to read,
because i just write what i think others need,
if they don't like them it doesn't bother me,
they are just there for all to see,
maybe its meant to happen so i continue on,
i just don't know if one day they will be gone.