Extremist
I dont know how a balanced life looks like,
because when i am sad
i dont cry, i pour.
when i am happy
i dont smile, i beam
when i am angry
i dont yell, i burn.
Perhaps a bad thing about feeling extremes
is when i love,
i give them wings
but they always choose to leave
now that my heart is broken
i dont grieve,
i scatter.
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