The abused and the abuser
I don't know what living a balanced life feels like.
When I am sad,
I don't cry,
I pour.
When I am happy,
I don't smile,
I glow.
When I am angry,
I don't yell,
I burn.
The good thing about feeling in extremes is when I love,
I give them wings.
But perhaps this is not such a good thing,
Because they always tend to leave,
and you should see me when my heart is broken,
I do not grieve,
I shatter.
I came all this way to give you all these things.
But you weren't even looking.
