Shame
Why do I feel ashamed when I’m yelling at the commotion in my head? When I’m drowning in an abyss of unsaid notions whilst the spirits possess me, overpower me until I’m lost, disconnected, dead?
I have nothing to be embarrassed about and yet I’m crippled by shame.
Why do I feel ashamed when I cry, when I see sensitivity as bravery? I preach about the importance of self-expression whilst the exception is me.
I’m ashamed of myself.