My own way of living.

I have always felt that keeping things to myself was the easiest way to live. It just made sense. why burden others with all the thoughts and feelings I carry? There is so much inside me, more than I could ever say out loud, and so I keep it quiet, away where no one can hear it.
I suppose I have become used to it, holding things in, never saying too much, never letting it spill over. There are parts of me no one knows, and perhaps no one ever will.
Life has moved on, as it always does. I grew up, and before I knew it, I had children of my own. Now, everything I do is for them. Their safety means everything for me.
Because of that, I put my own feelings aside. There never seems to be time for them. I am too busy making sure my children are okay, watching over their emotions, their happiness, their well-being. It feels like my duty, like the most important thing I can do.
But sometimes, I wonder quietly to myself, is this the right way to live? To always stay silent, to always come second to my own thoughts?