A weight I carried on shoulders for so long
Waiting for someone who would help me carry it
A realization that everyone I had expected to help
Turned out to only add on their own

I hold it all inside
Afraid to ruin what seems to be glorious moment
I let it all pass convincing myself that I am over thinking it

Trouble grows deeply within me, and I only know about it
All these years I suffer
Should I ever speak?
What do I say, where do I begin?