Say You Love Me

I’ve locked away anger and sadness. I don’t want to share it with anyone else because we all have burdens and pain that we carry. And when I’m confronted with an angry person I wonder what heaviness they carry with them. Why are we comfortable with expressing our anger or shutting down but we aren’t comfortable talking about what hurts us? When I was a kid I was felt like I belonged somewhere else and the way of the world didn’t make sense to me. Now that I’m older, I see how everything is broken because I’ve experienced enough to be a little broken too. There’s a crack in everything if you look close enough.