behind my pages of emotion

I disguise myself behind a book of pages I wrote by hand and decided that these are the words I will not speak but keep to myself as if they were a diary, behind a book in the pages is a rage of words toward a person who looks like they could do no wrong but really could destroy a house of feelings you built up, feelings I can't express, words I can't say, names I don't dare call out on public, but in the end these are just words, rapped on regret and shame that I couldn't take action to these feelings, it's embarrassing on my head but it is like my personal therapy