My Feelings
like a dam just waiting to break
My Thoughts
like a swirl just waiting to spiral
I either feel too much
or think too much
Others’ feelings
like a river flowing
Others’ thoughts
like a soft blow
It’s balanced
they don’t feel too much or too little
they don’t think too much or too little
just… enough
I feel too much
I think too much
I’m too much
Or is the world too little?
“You’re too sensitive”
Maybe I just feel deeply
Is that a curse?
A gift?
Both?
Like a double edged sword
making me weak and strong
Emotions and thoughts
two things that make us human
two things that need to be balanced,
yin and yang
That balance harder to find
than a needle buried deep in a straw bale
Who is in control?
Who is right?
Me? My thoughts? My feelings?
Everything and nothing?
Maybe I’m the dam and the river
Maybe I’m the swirl and the soft blow
And maybe nobody has found the needle
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
I'd tell you're worth it
I'd tell you're not worthless
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
I don't care.
I tell myself that.
I don't care.
I tell everyone that.
But the truth is...I care...even if I try not to.
I care even if I act cold.
I care even if I act tough.
I care even if I act like I don't.
I can't stop caring.
I feel deep.
I act like I don't.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
I don't know.
I don't know what to write what to say how to say it how to be.
I have ideas.
I have people I could talk to about it.
I have it but I can't use it.
I could but that means opening up...
Opening up about something deep inside of me...
Opening up about my biggest burden...
Opening up about something hurtful...
Opening up about something I kept hidden...
Opening up about something buried deep...
Opening up about something I pushed down...
Opening up about something I ignored for years...
So I can't do it.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
'Don't cry' They'd say
'You cry too much' They'd say
'Crying is weak' They'd say
'You're too sensible' They'd say
'You're such a crybaby' They'd say
'You're too much' They'd say
I was 9 but I felt broken
I stopped showing my sadness
Bottling it all up
I dare not cry
'Crying is bad' I'd tell myself
'I'm proud of you for not crying' They'd say
BUT
Crying is NOT bad
Crying is HEALTHY
Crying is a STRENGTH
Feeling deep is a GIFT
I know that now
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
Words should feel easy right?
Something to communicate
Something to understand each other
Something to avoid misunderstandings
Something to explain thoughts and feelings
But it doesn't
It just doesn't...
Words feel like a puzzle you can't solve
Your mind is a mess which you can't explain
Everyone says "It's okey take your time"
They don't get it...
They don't ******* get it!
You don't need "more time"
The words just don't ******* match what your mind does and thinks
Words are a ******* Puzzle everyone seems to have solved just not you
A puzzle with broken pieces
A puzzle with missing pieces
A puzzle with not matching pieces
A just unsolvable ******* puzzle.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
Why am I not happy
Everything is okey
Nothing bad
And even if..
Nothing big just minor bad
Should be happy
Should be grateful
Should be okey
But no
Spiraling into negativity
Why...
Why is the usual not working
Why...
I should be okey
But I'm not...
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
When did we stop wanting to become a firefighter
When did we stop wanting to become a police man
When did we stop wanting to be someone great
When did we stop dreaming
When did we stop fighting
When did we start settling with the easy option
When did we stop ...
When did we stop ...
When did we stop living
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Head full, racing thoughts, faster than light.
Too loud, too full, too much.
Then drifting away—far gone. No thoughts, just silence.
Nothing...
Nothing...
Nothing...
Snap back. Waves crash on—everything at once.
The cycle continues, again and again and again...
Over and over and over...
No end in sight.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC
I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,
I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,
I can not stand the crowds all time,
I feel scared about their thoughts on me,
yet,
why,
Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,
Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,
To the people I never met face-to-face,
And gladly accept any critiques to my words...
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC