Dysphoria

Comparison

I like it when

words overflow my mouth,

when every syllable unconciously escapes my lips

and forms the greatest words

that could best fit the pain in I feel my heart.

I feel fulfilled when every emotion

I felt became a sound for me to hear

and for others to listen,

when every struggling feeling

breaks free from my caged heart

and let itself be heard by others.

I love it when I am able to reveal my scars, my pain.

But nothing is much better when tears do the same for me.