Loss for Words?

I may have trouble expressing myself in words but that doesn’t mean the feelings aren’t there. My words may not flow onto the page but underneath my skin they burn. Every time I write, I’m afraid it may expose all the ugly parts of me that I try so hard to hide. The words that have been branded into my flesh over the years evaporate. I love to write but my insecurities and distortions make finishing a peice nearly impossible. My laptop is stuffed full of Word Documents rich in memories or half finished stories. Writing is my catharsis but I’m terrified of rejection so all my random stories stay locked under secret passwords. I like to write essays because I feel I’m well hidden beneath tons of researched facts, but I truly love to free write secretly in the safety of my room.