Tired of the Feeling

I choke on my emotions.
They are out of my control.
Though I choose a tune of Jazz,
I’m imbued by Rock and Roll.

Why do I cry and feel this way
while fine and in my prime?
I am tired of this feeling,
This emotion; boiled brine.

If I could use my logic,
To quell this monkey brain,
The things I could accomplish!
But a monkey I remain.

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