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I hate my emotions.
It’s like I don’t have control
over what I feel.

Sometimes,
I’m just sad
for no reason.

Sometimes,
I’m just mad
for no reason.

I wish my emotions would stop
doing what they want.

Sometimes,
I feel things
and I can’t even explain what I feel,
and it makes me sick,
like a sinking feeling
in your gut.
It’s super weird.
I hate it a lot.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Sometimes,
I’m not even thinking about anything sad,
but
I feel so horrible.

I don’t know
if there’s a medicine for this.
I’ve already been declared not bipolar,
so I guess my emotions just hate me.

F*ck Inside Out.
It took me a while to get used
To the numbers on the scale
To only go up
The trees
the fields
the sky

I was
reckless
always shy

Stone
cold
sober

Wishing
soon
it will
all be over

A mistake
egg on
my face

Never
knowing
my true
place
Friendless and strange
Hoping for change

Why can't I be like them?
It shouldn't be so hard
For them it comes naturally

Laughing
Hugging
Talking all day

I just watch with envy
Wishing I could be this way
(this note was written by a leaf that was stuck in air and couldn't fall)
a window of time:
wind sneaks in from behind like -
her breath on his neck.
Are you the CEO
of your passion
the chief of your desires

Are you the captain
of your intention
the master of what inspires

Are you the owner
of your discovery
the clearing in the fog

Are you the light
of your reflection
— a servant before God

(The New Room: December, 2024)
We are all suns
In our solar system

Some suns are arrogant
Only caring about themselves
They exclaim
"I'm the biggest one!"

And some suns are kind
Hating some
But loving most
They exclaim
"We are all stars
We should all be one"
(This note was written by a magic hat that you can spread out into a large mat"
Pushing hard
against the words
the order
disarrayed
The ultimate guest
the consummate stranger
so close
— so far away

(The New Room: December, 2024)
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