things, big or small, worry you, but they're personal, and no one you tell can help you anyway, so keep them inside.
an argument with a close friend, well it was my fault, keep it inside.
something disappoints you, but you feel stupid opening up about it to anyone, there is most probably nothing to talk about anyway, so keep it inside.
something makes you angry, I'm most probably over reacting anyway.
a group argument, separation, not my fault, why should i let it effect me, but it does.
and all these things keep building and binding, forming a mass of emotions, like a ball in your system waiting for the fuse to be lit,
and finally, someone acts a little stupid or annoying, and the match is lit, and the feeling inside makes you want to punch faces in.
but i've learnt to keep most of it in, so a brief outburst and I walk away, alone, where i calmly push it back down, this explosive mass, back down where it can't hurt anyone.
i suppress it,
until one day,