Emotions

They break your soul, they bury you into this extremely deep hole…

They weaken the weak and destroy the strong, no one can ever hold on for too long...

You don’t speak up they keep you silent, some may even turn you violent…

You can’t trust a thing that always changes, but that’s just the way that they were created…

They cling on to you and drag you down, they make you carry an ugly frown…

They strip you down and leave you cold...No one knows, not even you, what they have told…

They bring you pain which may never be considered a positive gain..Emotions, they come just to leave you and your mind in a serious commotion...Waiting...maybe dying for that so called “happy” promotion...

This poem is about: 
Me

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