Unlikely Typical Poetry

Siquijor!

This is heavy;
I cant believe it's on me.
This is weightless;
But I feel hopeless and restless.
I want to cry and shout,
I want to take my heart out.
Its on my head;
Theres nothing I can do with this two hand.
My shoulder is giving up,
My energy is draining out,
Accumulated and exhausted,
All I do is to pretend.
But i know, it wont end;
not until I'm dead.

Unstable
-fiery soul