Some things

Some things are too hard to write
But out they come, me resisting with all my might.

"Better out than in" I am told.
Let it go before it takes hold.

Buried in the corners of my mind, bound.
Hoping it stays there, not to be found.

Our heads inside are often tricked,
To ignore the noise and the conflict.

One day the pen and pages reveal,
Allowing us to finally feel
What needed to be set free,
And finally purging, the thoughts free.