If you think my hands are full, you should see me heart. I carry the weight of others on top of my own, looking for my own place to call home. I wander and stray, stubborn some say, but being independent is my only way. I once saw a young girl who was confident with ease, but as she grew up, that feeling became cocky and then almost fictitious. She had a beautiful brain, pure soul, and a kind heart. Until one day, her walls came crashing down, insecure, as well as unsure. Now that young girl has a tainted soul, broken heart, and a confused brain. You see, her hands can hold the weight until she can bare no more, then drop the tangible burdens onto the floor. However, her heart, it keeps expanding, keeps inhaling-it can't drop the weight at any given moment. So she continues her journey always looking for atonement.