Emotions

They say that no one knows,

What lies underneath the skin.

Underneath the intoxicating scent of the roses,

Within those crystal eyes

They dwell.

She will not let anyone touch her heart.

The only way to quiet Them is threw her art.

Her art is her quiet yell,

Her cry for the one,

The one with the Key to Their release.

For she is done.

Her yearning for the peace

That Death has promised her...

But she does not wish to go just yet...

She has found the saboteur

And they have made a bet.

Who will win?

Will she be able to defeat Them?

Or will They burst out of her skin?

Will the Emotions overtake Her?

Only the she herself knows..

For she is the one who holds the key....

But will she be strong enough to release Them?

Or will she forever be the empty shell she is now?

Not my best poem but I can't bring myself to scrap it..in a way this poem is me but not me..I hope you guys enjoy it.