This is why I lock things inside, because everytime I feel I am ready to spread my wings, I fall hard on my back instead, and when I look around, I am left with nothing, but only my broken wings. I blame no one, but myself for believing that someone, wouldn't let me touch the ground. But that's the truth, I suppose, but are my emotions that heavy to catch? are my words too loud for your ears? am I always suppose to hide behind my silence?