I don't think about them a lot
I pretend they're not there
They're just bit swirling around in my head
Spinning around my heart
Sometimes they're happy
Sometimes they're sad
Sometimes they're so confusing it's just a big jumbled mess
I can deal with messes
I can clean things
Rearrange things to make them fit
They don't go away
They just get moved around
Shuffled about
I can manipulate them
I have to so they don't consume me
They used to
Everything was based off of how I felt
If it was a bad day, people knew
I didn't realize how important it was
To build a wall
To block them off from the world
Now they don't get through the wall
Unless I open the door
They don't control me
I control them
Until I cant'
When that day comes
The wall will break
And so will I
Again.