With such small hands,
I find it difficult to hold my feelings,
too big and bold to fit,
like a bear in a cage.

My knuckles white with this tension

Foolish words scratching,
fighting, and biting at my lips,
threatening to be born.

Your heart is a sealed vessel,
rusted with time and discipline.

These feelings, a Firestorm
where I perish,
to protect you.