Sometimes we wear our emotions...
our feelings... our hearts...
on our skin... on our sleeves...

Out there, for the world to see,
And for pain to chime in with its pleasuring decree,
I've turned my skin inside out,
To escape the extrovert that I had become,
It wasnt me,
To see myself run wild and free,
To fall, to feel pain, to get back up,
To try to gain, the momentum I had before,
Before I retreated to the inside of myself,
And it was experience that I henceforth lacked,
In that I was poor,

I reversed myself again,
My heart on my sleeve,
For everyone to see,
Was this me?
Or was I bereaved...
Of the past... of the comfort...

I ran,
And I fell,
And I got up,
And I fell,
And I got up,
And I told myself that I was falling because I was only running with one leg,
I hadn't yet dedicated myself to the task,
In thought, I had to bask,
To become the person strong enough to use their entire ability that they were given,

Have you ever been ******* at someone because they're so good at something but say that they are terrible?
Like if they paint a picasso and call it trash, claiming that they just enjoy painting but arent any good at it?
Meanwhile you wish you could grow to their capability, but can't?

It's that jealousy that live dishes out,
And it's not the main course,
It's the appetizer,
Because the main course is a ****-sandwich,
And life serves a lot of those,
And sometimes, you're forced to accept seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and many more,
But you'll learn to accept them with a smile on your face,
Because it's still a meal,
Its nourishment in the form of a lesson,
And that's whether you like it or not.