Sensitive, over thinker, emotional weak.

Yet help, I do not seeek.

To myself I keep.

Poetry is my escape through the weak.

My emotions I do supress

and I'm pretty sure i'm depressed.

My feelings are there, my feelings are strong

but I end up thinking wrong.

Decisions I make based on my heart.

My head and it, are so apart.

When my emotions take over, there is no connection.

I care, I love, I show too much affection.

I push people out, then wonder why I"m alone.

I do nothing really, but stay home.

I had friends, but now thats no longer.

I miss the person I was when I was youmger.

A happy carefree spirit.

Feelings of having no limit

but to changeone of these things would inhibit

the person I'm supposed to be in spirit.