Our Emotions, Makes Us Who We Are

He is in our control, Yet always get out of control. A mischievous kid of the neighborhood, A permanent fixture of brotherhood. We can turn blind eye for sometime, But cannot ignore him everytime. He makes us feel joyness, He defines our sadness. Our tears are unbiased, And he always makes them biased. Difficult to comprehend him, Even after decades of knowing him. We are naught, If he is caught. Our emotions, makes us who we are!