Unwell

I wonder who I might be

If I followed my heart

If I let me be me.

Would the sky fall in

And drink me dry

Would my words ignite a fire

Or would they burn me till I die

Do I ache of whats inside me

Or is it someone else I fear?

That is-

To be forgotten

Small

An empty shell

Is heaven really

close at all

Or am I really

Just unwell.