Am I broken? Is there a fix? Does it mean I am crazy, does it mean I am sick?
Before I even “speak” while I have the thought in process of something I am passionate about, I become emotional.
I am full of truth, I think with my heart.
I want the only words to pass my lips to be honest and pure with only with good intentions.
Why… why can’t this happen without tears?
Why is the passion I have in me so hard to verbalize?
Does that mean I am broken?
Why then does it matter? Who will even listen… who, really cares?
If it’s happy or angry, loving or disciplining… To speak. To say. What I actually “feel” always comes with tears.
Those I trust the most tell me “don’t get upset.” It shuts me up, I block it and don’t finish my thought.
How can I tell you how I feel if I you can’t see me cry?
Am I that broken?
Is the part of me that controls this, burnt out? Are my wires crossed?
Should…. I just not, speak?
