My emotions are literally retarded...they have no clue what the crap they're doing! I can't even sort them out or put a name to them or tell others how i feel, because I DON'T KNOW! I feel like I'm sad, but then not, cuz i'm angry, but not because i'm happy, but not....i can't even...ugh! but anywayz...here comes another poem. I'm totally shootin' it from the hip this time, so in the words of the King, "Don't be cruel."
Don't look me in the eye
Because I know you'll see
The difference in the spark
I once had inside of me.
The smile on my face
Is real and true and pure,
But I can't help but feel
That I am quite unsure.
Sometimes I just get so mad
I want to yell and scream,
But other times I just break down
Like someone ripped my seam.
My tears are at the edge of me,
So watch out when they fall.
I know that when they finally do,
You won't see it at all.
Those stupid little butterflies
Won't quit flying around.
The nerves won't go away,
And my mouth won't make a sound.
So I guess I'm in a pickle,
And a big one. Yes, It's true.
I will never sort this feeling out,
Cuz I'll never sort out you.
-Hannah
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