An army I brought together
Has begun to unite against me
Forcing me out of the world I created
And denying every word

But that's ok
There are other soldiers In this world


So let the war begin...

My emotions are always on public display
As if they're a movie for you to watch, analyze, and decode
I suppose you could say I wear my heart on my sleeve

Many people don't understand this
For their emotions are locked in heavily guarded fortress
To which only a select few are allowed access

I attempted this for a time
It was not long before I realized it was not an option for me
For my capability to achieve what I wish
Depends on my ability to feel

Once one allows themself to completely let go
They are able to create something in the hearts of those around them
And slowly pull them out of their fortresses
And ever closer to their sleeves

So I suppose my ultimate goal
In everything I do
Is to force others to feel

And draw out of them
What I so openly express

living life , like reading a book
read over and over
knowing it forwards and backwards
understanding the beginning and end
I want a different book

When she was alone
                      Day after day
She filled the ocean
                      Then locked it away
And still to this day
                       No one has seen
The ocean she filled
                       Or knows it to be
She continues to smile
                      Tell a few lies
But she can’t forget
                       The ocean she cried
And though it may always
                      Be in her head
She prays she’ll never see
                       The ocean again