How do you explain that you,
Feel too much.
All your waking day,
You put up walls to help insulate you.
So you can function,
As you are 'typically' supposed to.
But behind that wall,
The turbulent miasma,
Of emotional experience builds.
If there is not a slow release of pressure.
When you can,
Under control,
In solitude,
Slowly let them come in,
And gently wash over you,
You drown.
In the rushing waterfall,
Screaming and yelling and fighting till the end.
Or in self-imposed silence.
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