What's the meaning of "I'm running out of places to hide my feelings."?

You don't know how to keep your emotions from others!

There Full Of Emotions,!Nd They Wanna Let Dem Out,!

Have you ever had to hide your feelings? Say a good friend announces he/she is going to get married and you absolutely know the marriage won't work? Or you visit someone in the hospital and either you get squirmy just going to a hospital or he/she looks worse than you imagined, but you don't want to show that? Okay, somehow, some way you hide that feeling. For me, it feels like I shoved it into the pit of my stomach. (That's common enough that it's a cliche for writers.) Now add to that feeling. I'll go with an example from back when I was 15-15 years old. (I'm 55 now, so it doesn't hurt to talk about it. Might shock you, but it's past through me and became a part of who I am. My Mom tells us she's leaving Dad and taking us 1000 miles away from him. Also, we have to keep that secret from Dad and our 3 year old brother. (Hide feeling in that pit in my gut.) We end up trying to sneak out two days before my Dad's birthday. (More feeling shoved in my gut.) Dad comes home for lunch to find us waiting for Mom to return with the U-Haul, and then tells us to keep that secret from Mom. (By this time my gut was feeling bad from all these feelings I was hiding.) Dad leaves, but returns when Mom returns. (By now, I'm sitting in the back yard bouncing back and forth, because my stomach is killing me, while I listen to my parents fight out of the kitchen window above me - oh, and, until this moment my parents never fought. Apparently they did, but after I was asleep.) We leave anyway and she drives through those 1000 miles nonstop. (If you don't think shoving feelings into the gut is real - how else do you explain how I lost 14 pounds in one day while I could still eat, and I never vomited?) Two weeks later, Mom comes back from a doctor's appointment and tells us she has cancer. Her exact words were "Three weeks, six weeks, six months, who knows?" (At the time, I thought she was telling us how long before she got better. When I saw what was happening to her and she repeated it three months later, I knew what she meant. And that's the moment - "I ran out of places to hide my feelings." Worse yet, I still had to go visit her in the hospital and she did keep getting worse, until she died. And, I didn't even hit returning to Dad's house - but, by then I was a basket case, and I have no idea where those feelings went.) Sorry, I couldn't explain it without an example, but I hope that does it for you.

I've been quiet long enough now here it comes.

Have you ever had to hide your feelings? Say a good friend announces he/she is going to get married and you absolutely know the marriage won't work? Or you visit someone in the hospital and either you get squirmy just going to a hospital or he/she looks worse than you imagined, but you don't want to show that? Okay, somehow, some way you hide that feeling. For me, it feels like I shoved it into the pit of my stomach. (That's common enough that it's a cliche for writers.) Now add to that feeling. I'll go with an example from back when I was 15-15 years old. (I'm 55 now, so it doesn't hurt to talk about it. Might shock you, but it's past through me and became a part of who I am. My Mom tells us she's leaving Dad and taking us 1000 miles away from him. Also, we have to keep that secret from Dad and our 3 year old brother. (Hide feeling in that pit in my gut.) We end up trying to sneak out two days before my Dad's birthday. (More feeling shoved in my gut.) Dad comes home for lunch to find us waiting for Mom to return with the U-Haul, and then tells us to keep that secret from Mom. (By this time my gut was feeling bad from all these feelings I was hiding.) Dad leaves, but returns when Mom returns. (By now, I'm sitting in the back yard bouncing back and forth, because my stomach is killing me, while I listen to my parents fight out of the kitchen window above me - oh, and, until this moment my parents never fought. Apparently they did, but after I was asleep.) We leave anyway and she drives through those 1000 miles nonstop. (If you don't think shoving feelings into the gut is real - how else do you explain how I lost 14 pounds in one day while I could still eat, and I never vomited?) Two weeks later, Mom comes back from a doctor's appointment and tells us she has cancer. Her exact words were "Three weeks, six weeks, six months, who knows?" (At the time, I thought she was telling us how long before she got better. When I saw what was happening to her and she repeated it three months later, I knew what she meant. And that's the moment - "I ran out of places to hide my feelings." Worse yet, I still had to go visit her in the hospital and she did keep getting worse, until she died. And, I didn't even hit returning to Dad's house - but, by then I was a basket case, and I have no idea where those feelings went.) Sorry, I couldn't explain it without an example, but I hope that does it for you.

There Full Of Emotions,!Nd They Wanna Let Dem Out,!

Same as: While taking Oscar awards each celebrity says: " I am out of words, I can't express my feeling how glad I am to have this honor and blah blah blah..."

I've been quiet long enough now here it comes.

You don't know how to keep your emotions from others!