The Harsh Truth

My mom always told me to think with my heart “Your heart will lead the way” she said I wore my heart on my sleeve like every other naive teenager Over and over and over again My heart broke like that My mom never told me it would hurt, but it did Think with your head, think with your head, think with your head That’s what I told myself Be logical, not risky Risky hurt Risky caused panic and pain The pain never really goes away I just got better at hiding it