What came from me writing what I was thinking.

Sometimes our hearts hurt more than we reveal. Sometimes our smiles lack the feelings in which we conceal. Sometimes what we hide is who we are. And sometimes where we are suppose to be is not very far. But who we are is what we show. Because to the world that is what we bestow. It's like rainy day. In the month of May. Unwanted, but expected. Vulnerable, but protected. We walk on the edge, in hopes of not falling. But if we do, we know it's our calling. As laughter sweeps the lives of many. Tears embody the hearts of plenty. Fill our lives with hopes and joys. Dreaming of maintaining ones poise. We strive to be who we want to be. But it's affected by that of which people see. Truth unfolds in the lies of some. While lies unfold from what some become. Whatever life brings. The heart should be what always sings. No more echoes from those around you. Time to learn from all you've been through. A love once loved. Or a hurt you forever have shoved. A lesson comes with each mistake. And a lesson comes with each accomplishment. Always be real, and never fake. And never hide behind a wall of cement. Those who hide. Are unable to confide. Those who hide. Are hurting inside. Breathe in each moment, and in each moment take a breath. If you must, let the tears fall. If you must, punch down each and every wall. Life is a path, in which each must take. Which ones you choose, is a choice you must make.