Up and down,
My world spins round,
I cannot get a grip.
Happy, sad, bitter, glad.
Minute by minute I add..
Hopeful, lustful, wanting, need.
On my soul these feelings feed.
When I try to hold them at bay
That’s when they tend to run away
-Like a pack of snarling wolves-
They fall upon me and shred
Defenses I’ve built in my head.
-And in a million directions my heart gets pulled-
So I’m sorry if I laugh, then cry
If I whisper, then I shout
I’m trying to keep my sanity
By getting these feelings out.