Emotions

If I was to be asked what I hated about myself the most it would be my emotions. My do I feel sad or hurt at the slightest thing? Why does the littlest thing cause my whole day to be ruined? Why do my eyes find it so easy to water? Why do I think of my emotions as my enemies? Why are my highs so high and my lows so low? Can’t I just be happy forever? Or is that too much to ask of the world? Why do I wear my tears as new earrings but show them to no one? Will there ever be a day where my emotions don’t get the best of me? I guess we’ll never know.