I'm a venting can,
lid wide opened,
spilling
into person after person
I direct the conversations
around me, always
why am I so selfish? 
why do I wish 
to burden others with
my sufferings? 
can't stop venting, 
whether I trust you or not 
can't stop venting 
I just can't stop. 
handing them my sack
of emotions, to carry
along with their own. 
I don't want to plague them 
with my pain,
I have to do this on my own.
I try to close up again
but I'm too opened 
to be closed. 
I can't un-reveal
everything I told.
can't stop venting, 
whether I trust you or not 
can't stop venting,
I just can't stop.
compensate those days
I was put on display
in plain view 
unprotected.
I have to let it all out
before I break down
sensitive as a bomb,
time is ticking, exploding 
any minute now.
in the past
I hushed my tone
while forced to endure 
all alone.
watched myself lose innocence 
becoming filthy and unpure
all the while staying silent, 
but inside,
mind running wild
and violent.
blood boiling, begging
to let a scream escape
to have a person understand me 
to have a chance to speak
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tried to make it a little different this time with some repetition. Ironically, I'm venting. 
