Boiled - a poem

Thoughts and emotion boil up inside
Feelings I desperately try to hide
Frustrations wash over like the tide
Or when I'm just mentally fried.

Words like tears start to flow
From whence they come, I don't know
But all I do is use them to show
Myself that on with my life, I can go.

Put down the words, beginning to end
Their rhyme or reason, I don't comprehend
If I like it I might even send
The jumbled collection to a friend.

And here my thoughts, and even my emotions
Displayed for all to give a notion
Of what in me boils like a potion
And what in my life causes commotion.

The mind's eye does not convey
Art, pictures, or drawing, nay
But when my heart tries to say
It does it in the written way.