The scars and wounds I bear are visible like the stripes of a zebra.
I can dress myself up and still they burn through my clothes.
These marks show on my skin no matter how I try to cover them.
I carry my emotions in a set of crates that I drag behind me.
My feelings do not always make it out into the world,
but when they do they tear down buildings and rip apart streets.
It's like climbing to the top of the Eiffel Tower
and throwing one of those crates off the side.
The impact and effect it has at the bottom,
Is the same effect as when you open up my heart.
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