It grows more and more, giving more heat and more pressure. The pressure from outside was growing too helping it to grow inside. Then it reached a point that I can not stop.
That moment I figured out I had to choose, to make it destroy me or hurt all people. I choosed myself and I collapsed.
Soon afterwards, I feel it is still inside but this time, I am stronger, much stronger.
I can now control it and make only parts I need to go out to be released. I can now keep it inside without destorying me again.
I think with time, I will be more strong , strong enough to kill it inside forever.
Everything we do is our choice, just we do not use this power of choice or we do not know we have it. Sometimes we have fear, just fear from nothing, fear from talk or fear from respond. Brave people have fears too but they always do things that they fear. That is why they are brave.
Tears are not weakness, wakeness is disability to control, to let yourself do anything regardless to the results. Being strong not means being heartless.