Being Heard

When someone talks

Do you really even hear them?

Do you take their words, digest them, and lock them away in your own little pandoras box?

I do, everything someone says to me, gets tucked away

Until I just cannot hold it in anymore, my head begins to sway

I explode

I erupt

Like Mount St. Helens, my words abrupt

I cannot control what I say, when I say, how I say

but yet, you stay

I ask myself why, why am I this way

A depressed, bipolar, radioactive mess, constantly in dismay

Why did God make me this way?