21st Century

Emotions bubble and boil inside of me

Waiting to surface naturally,

But I keep them bottled up,

Afraid of what they may be.

They could be tears, fears and angered shouts

The sounds that tear your heart right out

Its difficult you see,

This time we're in.

How can I better myself if there's no way to move...

Move forward that is.

And move out of this life of misery

Of struggle,

Even though it's the twenty first century. 

Posted this one on my word press account as well, but I would like some kind of feedback on this one, from whoever reads it...