Hide it.
Hide it well,
So that no one can see.
But being bottled up doesn’t feel that great either,
Does it?
The frustration cuts your tongue,
Leaving it numb.
But when you speak,
You feel the piercing sharpness run through your mouth.
And so you decide it’s better not to talk.
It’s like a sour apple:
It ruins the sweetness of the fruit.
You do reap what you sow,
I guess.