Better Left Unsaid

Look at me Mother Tell me what you see Am I just another Of denial's casualties This pain I feel Comes from somewhere deep It's source is still concealed A secret that I keep Though I ache to let it out Let the bitter tasting words spill from my mouth I always succumb to my self-doubt And manage to choke the words back down I guess I'm just not ready yet So you can go on assuming That my state of emotional unrest Is what I most enjoy pursuing And for the time being That really is all that I am doing