Bleeding Emotion

When I give myself up to the darkness inside, the happy facade that I've perfected shatters. Suddenly I am vulnerable to the world I've worked so hard to protect myself from. And i tried to pick up the shards and pieces but they cut me. My wounds are bleeding not blood but instead emotion. And those emotions shot up around me and painted a mosaic in the sky. All reds and yellows, blues and pinks until I made the decision to look up And above me I saw that they left me a fiery picture of dawn.