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"Just keep it to yourself"

My mind says, insisting

That whatever comes out

Of this tired heart of mine

Is meant to be kept secret

When the mind thinks

It wants to work behind

The scenes of a movie 

While heart goes all out

For all to see and feel

But the mind chooses

The rational part of life

Thinking, obsessing over

What is meant to be

Or where things should be

While the heart pushes

The mind creeps up

Closing all the doors

Keeping to itself

But the heart exhausts

When it does

And when it does

Keep to itself

It may explode

Firing all cylinders

For all to feel

To hear

To see.