The Muse [Poetry]

Entry 7: The Volcano

Usually when people see me
They identify me as nothing but a human
A woman, a female, a lady or any other type of description that suits my gender of course
But contrary to their beliefs I identify as something else or maybe even someone else
I identify as a volcano, standing at only 5 point something feet tall
With heaven knows the depth
with feet rooted 36 thousand miles into the ground,
my emotion like flames always waiting to erupt from deep within my chest
But I hold back, I always hold them back by swallowing everything down every single one of the reasons with every single minute that pass, for reasons that remains unknown yes even to me
I try my best to identify as anything lord, but the natural disaster that I'm heading to become
so yes I'm only a normal human of course, with all of my emotions turned off
But Sometimes I wonder when this game of mine will fail
When the exhaustion would grab a hold of my neck
And like every volcano I'll eventually erupt and explode in flames
Due to the fact that I've been holding back for years
I'll probably destroy every town that exists without intending too
I'll probably be too overwhelmed to realize that too
I'll probably have no one else to apologize too
Because they'll all be running away from the disaster that I'll eventually become
A volcano in human form, and simply nothing more

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