My heart is a thing inside me.
I never know how I will see if it is real.
It is some thing that makes me feel in many different ways.
When I feel love I can feel it glow.
When I feel mad I can feel a volcano exploding with flames.
When I feel sad it is like my whole life stop at one point
then.
It is a thing that controls everything in me,
I can never get a way from it. 
It is there and will forever stay in.
What can I do.
If it makes those things happen then what?
It is like I can never really know.
Because when I feel these things it is different.
So my heart is a thing inside me.
And I do know it is real.
It is real like the birds in the sky, trees with different
leaves.
Animals in the wild, kids out and about.
It is the only thing that is me more than me.