Sometimes I can't hardly breathe                                                          ­     I  have  a landslide of emotions in me                                                        that  gives me a bit of anxiety                                                          ­             and   I  struggle  with  my sensitivity                                                      ­   I  feel everything so deeply                                                           ­                 that  opens  me to vulnerability                                                    ­   but  I  don't  believe I am the only one                                                              ­                           or  there  wouldn't  be  any love songs                                                            ­    I am an admirer of writing  poetry                                                 somewhere  I  can let myself be free                                                             ­ pencil  and  paper  allow  me  to be                                               as  open  and honest as I want to be                                         While  I  write  it flows out of me                                                              without fear of scrutiny                                                         ­                      The  one place I can really let go                                                               ­           of  so  many feelings  others don't know