Am I suppose to?

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?