Bottling up anxiety, all those feelings and the fears

Creating internal anger, that can be present for years

A vicious circle can begin, when things have left an impression

Thoughts can be held on remand, in some form of repression

The brain can lock things away, in a prison of suppression

Occasionally thoughts break free, escaping and surface as depression

However, all the emotions I experience and the way that I think

Seem easier somehow, landing on blank pages, in the form of ink