In search of truth

Extreme feelings,
An imbalanced mind.
A wheeping heart that knows only love,
So that's why,
When I yell, I'm Happy,
Believe it.
When I love, I clingè.
When I cry, I cry hurricanes,
Wheeping trememdously,
In anxiety thoughts,
Yet, in time I know I'll be fine.
An imbalanced mind is still a mind,
It's just a caring mind,
Still as soft and delicate like a baby.
And although this all may be true,
I still search in truth of my own words.
               Christòpher Angelò©
             Searching For My Truth