I feel like a background character in my own story
Like a poet who’s run out poetry
Like a thinker with no thoughts
Like a book with no words
Like a song without a melody
Like a starless sky
Like a philosopher without any whys
Like a pit without an end
Like a mime who cannot pretend
Like a rainbow with no colors
I feel nothing
Yet why does feeling nothing
mean everything to me?
Medication has had its drawbacks, but it’s made my life better.
I need to get used to making poetry without feeling immense emotions.
You can do this. Fight!