Everything will be fine if you keep it inside.
Everything bottled up.
I’m going to explode.
You say to open up but once I do it’s “I hate you”
You have no right to be angry because you are blessed.
You shouldn’t cry because of what you feel on the inside.
You can not yell because it is not pleasant to hear.
You are angry and hold grudges, according to them, I have no right to express myself.
So I stay in my room, broken and confused. What to do? What to do?
Haunted by the past I wake up crying.
I go to them hoping to find welcoming arms but instead they say I should “let it go”
All will be well if you Keep it to yourself.
Smile and laugh. Love and live.
Forget what they said, ignore the knife in your back and the hands on your thighs. Focus on your friends and family.
We’re all here for you.
But It was my family whose words broke me and put the knife in my back.
It was my friend who wouldn’t get his hands off me.
But forget about that.
Smile and laugh. Love and live.
Ignore the pain.
It’s time for the parade.
We go on vacation, we take a trip.
It’s a brand new setting but the same old shit.
Another nightmare another knife.
Ignore it, go and live your life.
You want to do what? That’s dumb.
You want to go where? No way!
Stay here with us.
We will always be here for you.
Do as we say and all will be okay.
Stuck and Broken.
Slowly suffocating.
No room to breathe.
You can’t be yourself.
smile and laugh. Love and live.
Your life is fine.
Let it go.
You’ll be alright.
Whatever you do Just don’t let it show.


*I know I switch between first and second person (I/You). Is that an issue? If so, can you tell me which one would sound better throughout the overall poem?*