Torn between emotions
It is not with sadnessthat I sit; but despair.
It is not with happiness
that I sit, but elation.
Torn between emotions;
this heart that is mine.
Torn between emotions;
is that all my life will be?
These extremes of emotions
cloak themselves in anger.
To feel them without anger
is to die a violent death.
Anger filters these feelings
allowing their power to diminish.
For either extreme is to
much for one heart.
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