I Used To

I used to cry a lot, I wouldn’t say I’m weak, I would say my emotions like to clot. until they were at their peak. And no matter how much I fought, They would always leak. They would seep out, And I couldn’t hold it anymore, So my levies broke and my emotions spout, Then crashed on my face’s shores. I know what it was about. My life is a lot of wars. Both fist clenched I swing at ghostly goons Hoping to get drenched. But they are like typhoons, Not able to fight but able to entrench. So if water were my savoir I would live in the desert dunes. I used to cry a lot, I wouldn’t say I’m weak, I would say my emotions like to clot. But I’ve learned a new technique, To open up my expansion slot And try to be better each week.