"the secrets attempted coup"

The emotional pain nobody ever gets - in their eyes,
You are weak and overdramatic - if only...
You could speak out instead of feeling paralysed,
When someone asks a question just a little too deep,
But not quite deep enough.

All your secrets are having a convention at your heart,
Too many tickets were sold - your ribs are cracking
trying to hold such a crowd.
And they're all yelling 'we want out, we want out',
Your heart begins to shake with overwhelming fear,
There's an earthquake throughout your body,
The secrets scatter and all you can get out is silence.

The physical pain nobody ever see's - in their eyes,
You are fine and in tact - if only...
They saw the scars on your ribs from expansion,
When the crowds are pushing too hard to escape,
But not quite hard enough.

All your secrets are having a convention at your heart,
Too many tickets were sold - your ribs are cracking
trying to hold such a crowd.
And they're all yelling 'we need out, we need out'
Your heart begins to shake at the thought of an overthrow,
There's an earthquake throughout your body,
The secrets stand with a plan to scramble up your throat when you gulp in air,
But the thick air breathed in and the choking throat forces the secrets back down, silenced.
And all that you can get out is stomach acid.