People see me and they think to themselves,
“ she’s too sensitive, takes certain things way too personally.”
Always been a worrier, not gonna change now.
What can I say, I’m a Libra. We wear our hearts on our sleeves.
I write down what I feel, its how I get it out.
Put pen to paper, as a way of bringing my walls down.
Barrier around my heart, protected from any cause.
Trying to find the words to say,
“ sometimes my emotions get the best of me but, it helps with recovery.”
Friendship break-ups, discriminatory teachers, a loss of loved ones.
Whatever it took to get through the hurt.
When my heart becomes heavy, poetry has always been my remedy.
Became a sense of my own being, a form of therapy.
I guess, you could say subconscious makes a full affect on my words.
I learn from my mistakes, become a different a person.
Oh, they believe in what they see is real, not what they feel.
People see me, inner monologuing of what my eyes show.
“ she feels too much, look where that heart of hers has gotten her.”
Every time I write a verse, think of a clever line; my heart feels lighter.
Heavniess in my chest becomes at ease, as my words fill the page.