holding back

                       
struggling with the memories but i cant leave them behind 
not in control of how i feel even though its my mind 
rested nights and morning of fresh air 
must only be for people with out a worry and a care 
Im trying so hard not to break and become the old me 
but to get through this its the only route i see 
behind stress fake smiles all you will find is me 
i struggle in the night but in the day its the worst 
having to hold it all together trying not to burst 
wanting to give up and say thats it im done 
but like they say in showbiz the show must go on 
so im trying to hold back 
but if i break people will see 
the poisonous anger and pain within me