Creativity and expression
(sometimes) beyond being beaten by depression
So much fullness, emotions and compression
I'm about to burst
And now my soul's been versed
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see better. Sometimes my inside is clearer than my outside. I have fire in my heart, in my soul. Quiet smoldering passion. My inside is mighty. My inside is loud. I love and cry and live and die. I'll never get over the picture I see of myself. Imagined and reality is the same to the subconscious. So who am I really? Most asked question, so many answers.
Nervous nervous nervous. New things shake me up. Change my love, my hated friend.