I have this thing that's good and bad
It throbs and suffocates me when I'm sad
And doesn't let go of things I had
It twists and turns when I must ignore
Negativity and memories of my life before
it makes me suffer when I'm done for
It's touched by every little thing
And pains me when old memories ping
It's little door that's ever welcoming
it also swells up when I'm happy
And nags me continuously when I'm sorry
Feels so loose after my apology
This thing is something everyone has
Some behave like they do
Others choose not to
This thing is so deep from where it starts
this thing is also what brings passionate art
this thing that I have is my heart