I'm starring out into the world today. with a smile and tear. each are going to come in handy when something provokes my heart to change its attitude. so, I'm wondering, why? that is the only thing on my mind. who has that power? why should they be able to hurt me? why should they decide to make things rough for my heart? why should they get to decide when i smile... or when my tear adjoins my delicate cheek bones? It all makes me feel as if I'm nothing. i should be in control of how i feel or when my gasping smile illuminates the space around me. or when my tear soaks beneath my skin to cleanse my feelings. why should anyone else be dictated to my feelings, my senses, my heart. so I'm sitting here.. the sun pouring onto my golden hair... and I'm smiling with a tear streaming along my cheek, all because i finally know who is in control of my heart. me.
