Why Am I So Emotional? Poem by clawdea benat

I hear my cry when the herd of chicken flocked
Today I realize that tears that broke my heart
My name resumes
The other day it went on and on, ,

Moments of silence unheard by garbage mouth
They tell me not to speak to gain their lives
I said, I shoot with a gun because I knew
I was always troubled by the thoughts you give

They came to mine, when I was in the center of Gaza fight
Torn between Israel and Palestine.

The song made me think, about how funny this mental can be
I like to show, illness is not emotional trick
But it came itself, and Sigmund Freud is right about his study
And psychopath are everywhere and hush don't speak, run.