Some may say that my heart is empty
That all that's left is bare of emotion
That despite how much I try to ease my guilt
I think it's pointless to be happy
They remain doubtful of the times I've cried
Caused by the impact of their anger.
Frightened that I show no anger
They think it's proof of a soul emptied
How little empathy I showed when they cried
Only reinforced my lack of emotion
In their words I didn't know how to be happy
With a mind so plagued with guilt.
And surely I was guilty
There's no denying why they're angry
When around them how could I ever feel happy
They drained me and left me empty
Trained me to never let people know my emotions
It was silently that I cried.
And when I saw them cry
To try to control me with guilt
I looked on knowing that weakness is in emotion
So I hid every ounce of anger
I hid my thoughts so they would see someone empty
But this has never made me happy.
There are few who do see me happy.
They even hear my silent cries
They attest that they never thought of me empty
They've seen me struggle with guilt
With them I can understand my hidden anger
With them I can release my emotions.
Deep inside I know every emotion
With this I can be happy
I'm proud of my control when I can't be angered
And when I am it's released as I cry
But what can never be released is this haunting guilt
That I let someone think I was empty.
So it angers me to hear them say I have no emotion
When they were so happy to think I was empty
Even as I watched them cry I was not the only one guilty.
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Wilting Rose
PoetryMaybe this can break a heart Maybe it can show That maybe you aren't alone Or maybe nothing will happen Because maybe I'm not a hero But maybe I can still save a life Maybe I know the secrets to the world Or maybe I only know one thing: A whole bunc...
