The Fundamentals.

It was a symptom,

Not something fundamentally,

Wrong with me. 

Do you even know me?

You know the me that is,

Persevering,

Strong, 

And goal drive.

But do you really know me?

You know the me that is,

Bubbly,

Perky,

And an overachiever.

But do you really know me?

You know that,

I strive for a career,

Great opportunities,

And so much more. 

But do you know why?

Because I am a quitter.

Because nothing feels heavier,

Then feeling like a charity case. 

To be loved,

Is to be praised.

But is praise really considered love,

When it is really just conditional.

Why would I pack my bags,

With pain,

When wisdom is lighter?

Emotional baggage,

Doesn't always have to be heavy.

Grief is still,

But passion likes to explode,

Without a timer.

Sadness stays stagnant,

But joy is what moves blood through my vessels. 

Emptiness - 

Doesn't really feel “empty”,

When it still pours out of my eyes.

Maybe,

What is empty is still full.

Anger is not really anger,

Anger is passion. 

They are similes.