Emotion

Sometimes I wanna freeze
Sometimes I wanna explode
Sometimes I wanna cackle out my pain
Or tear out my joy sometimes.
The world’s bitter sweet does make me sick
And I think:
The freest liberty maybe hides
In annihilation.
Shut me down, O sweet mother nature
For great are these Idiosyncrasies
Perturbing the soul.
My heart – I wish I had none
Or a rock inside instead
For I desire, only to be denied
Do right, yet mis-understood.
Wanna step out of this box of social fear strength
And cannot.
I’m a slave of this energy,
Dealt by sounds and movement of men;
Could I ever master this fire?