The things I feel,
Are not truly real.
Why must my emotions rumble, When Im about to tumble.
If what others think of me is everything to me,
Then why do I follow all that I feel is me.
Why Im I so emotional,
If my life is so rational.
To cry is to weep,
And to weep is to be weak.
My body feels strong but my mind is weak,
What would it feel like to have an emotional leak.
When will I be able to break the wall,
So I can finally feel tall.
 
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