I wear my heart on my sleeve
Not intentionally, but
my friends can see when I grieve
It’s so clear when I’m sad
When I’m mad they can tell
there’s some experience that I’ve had
Over and over it turns in my mind
options lined up, different words or tones
But it’s done, these thoughts I must bind
When you see me, I merely
show you what’s inside, freely revealing my heart
an undesired show of emotions, so clearly.
Johnathon, thank you for seeing.