I always feel too much…
Reading emotion into the tiniest touch.
Praying for it all to make sense,
for those moments to be less tense.
I know that will never happen;
I’m like a mould that’s been misshapen,
forever stuck in my ways.
Hoping for fewer tough days,
but these feelings deep within me,
the ones I try to hide, so you don’t see,
are churning and roiling away,
like a turbulent a wave,
crashing through my soul.
Weathering and eroding, less than whole.
Parts of me are forever changed;
ripped away, shredded and aged.