Follow Your Heart
Follow your heart the old woman said.
I gave her a smirk. Why wasn’t she dead?
This is a cliché’ that never works with a person like me.
I don’t know my heart; she is as smothered as she can be.
When I was a child feelings were to be scoffed.
If you showed my mom tears, she laughed until she coughed.
She made fun of me, and she made me feel small.
Sharing my feelings or following my heart would take away my all.
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