Open Heart
A heart full of hate and anger.
I feel so deeply.
I do not hate those around me.
Nor myself.
I hate and I hate.
I wish to be free of it.
An open heart is all I ask of.
A fleetingly open heart.
A strong distaste on my tongue
To the pit of my stomach.
A closed system.
No windows to let it out.
An open heart.
Nothing more, nothing less.
To let them in, to let them see.
For who I am.
Heavy.
My heart is.
No longer do i wish this
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