I feel tired, worn out, and exhausted.
Ageing faster than my mind is maturing.
Unceasing stimuli of sporadic thought,
Insomnia, sleepless daydreams occurring.
I feel drugged, comatose and stupid.
Staring endlessly, seeing nothing outside.
Contemplations rearranging my perceptions,
Creating illusions and epiphanies I must abide.
I feel thoughtful, diligent and wise.
Evaluating and measuring all intuition.
Life examined, dissected and simplified,
Knowing the rhyme and reason of decision.
I feel angry, agitated, and upset.
To be known, disregarded or misunderstood.
Inconvenient, unrealized, undesired,
Willing, but unable to slow if I could.
I feel like friends and family ignore me,
Avoid me for the sake of comfort and peace.
I feel like they cannot acknowledge,
I know them better , and my intuition won’t sleep.
I feel Isolated,
I feel like talking to you and hanging out because I’m Isolated,
I feel like talking to you and hanging out for three hours then going home so I can be Isolated.
I feel like I want to be with you,
I feel like I miss you and that we should never be together.
I feel like it’s a missed chance,
I feel like I’m glad we missed it, we’re better off,
But I still miss you.
I feel like there’s nothing to say,
Like you’ll see what I mean when I’m ready.
Like I’ve been waiting a long time, growing and changing,
And you’ll soon see what I’ve created.
I feel like heartache,
Like if I wasn’t so cold I’d be bleeding,
If I hadn’t been numbed at such a young age,
Like I would be helpless and bleating.
I feel untouchable,
Like it’s almost too late for me to ever feel vulnerable,…
I feel love for you,
And I’m not cruel enough to dismiss it.
If I suffer for you,
I can’t complain for forgiveness.
If you suffer for me, I promise not to forget it.