I hate my heart

Resentment fills it

And a crap ton of sadness

Sadness you may call "dramatic"

And yes, maybe I am

Maybe I feel too much

I feel me

I feel you

And a random person on the street

I feel pain I dont see

To see how much I bleed

To uncover the real me

Im sorry I burst out with

Coldness

And Anger

But is it so much danger

To instead overly feel

Than silently quaver?