Welcome to the Show

Welcome to the show that is me, Let me show you around... First floor is abit dreary, not well lit. In this room I keep my social anxiety, My depression, and some madness Across the hall in another sad room is my Heartbreak, my loss and my sadness. Upstairs is better lighted and somewhat Warmer. Here I keep my laughter, my joy And my hopes and dreams, It's here that I keep my love for friends and Family, good music and ice cream. And at it's center are my heart and soul. You'll notice the scarring, the bruising and the wounds. Some given, some self inflicted. But it beats, on and on it beats.