My passion inside,
Burns so bright,
But I try to hide,
The emotional sight.
No-one wants to see,
The wreck I become,
Because of the glee,
At least I'm not numb.
I cry when I'm cheerful,
I cry when I'm sad,
I'm just very tearful,
Is it really that bad?
My feelings overwhelm me,
It's quite hard to describe,
I cry at most things I see,
Because of the passion inside.
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Truthful Destination - Poetry
ПоэзияPoetry is an act of peace. Poems are owned and written by me.
