They say I can't be handled
That they just aren't ready for me
My smile is too big
My passion is too much
When I love the whole world sings
And when I cry it makes waves in the ocean
When my eyes light up the sun peeks from the clouds
When I hug the wind blows
And when I'm hurt it rains
When I sleep I breathe stardust
When I live I'm the universe
But why can't I just be simple?
I can't be handled because my spirit is free
But am I willing to be chained
Just so people can understand me?
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Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
