Bottled up inside

I tend to bottle my emotions,cuz expressing them feels like a burden I smile and seem like I'm okay but deep inside I know I'm hurting. Being misunderstood has become too ordinary. i need a place of peace I'm in need of a sanctuary My chest hurts,from anxiety I don't feel is necessary Our differences have you feeling like maybe we're just temporary My communication skills haven't been the best,I know I've made a few mistakes. But none of them are worth the loss or anticipating my heart break. So I swallow my pride and let you speak,cuz it matters how you feel to me. I'd rather find a resolution, cuz arguing doesn't appeal to me. So if it means not being heard,from me you won't hear a sound. Still I can't help but feel that you'd be happier if I'm not around. So I feel that I should move around,yet I want to stay cuz I think you're worth it. You don't agree with what I see,but I look at you and think you're perfect. Are we coming to an end, we're sinking faster than quicksand. The mixed signals that I'm getting,make me confused on where we stand. Am I an outsider looking in, do I hold any relevance. Or was I hypnotized and told a lie,falling foolishly by your elegance.