Emotions
My Thoughts and Emotions
Somehow these negative thoughts keep getting in. They're pushing under my fingernails and in through my skin. They fill me when I gasp for air, and if you really care, it only seems to slow while I'm pulling out my hair. You seem to greet my coping strategies with disdain as if it were better for me to be in pain. But you don't understand that talking doesn't help and walking off this shelf and falling and falling apart is how I live right now. I know I get distant, but what do you want me to do? Become happy in an instant? Become someone new? Pretend I'm not torn at ends on the inside? Or do you want the truth? To be the one to whom I confide? Honey, that was lost in youth. I wish I had words to explain how I feel, but it doesn't matter now, I feel how I feel, now go on, get out.
About the Creator
Indecisive inconvenience
Pain is gender neutral.
My name's Shawn, I'm 19, and I never learned how to write poetry.
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