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I wrote this nearly two years ago, so don't overanalyze and send me to the psych ward.

Repressed emotions are like a poison
  We administer to ourselves
Bottled up inside
  We store it on our heart's shelves

Smiling Shiny Polished (on the outside)
Seething Bittre Scathing (in the core of our being)

Every now & then, those shelves overturn
  Releasing vehement outbursts
    No control  No floodgates
Regret haunts & embarrasment keeps us from
  trying to mend the ties we broke
So, once again we start the vicious cycle
-Repression, Aggression-
    -Bitterness, Regret-
  -Hatred, Depression-
            Death.