The feelings come and go
And I guess
I can't change the fact
That I have a problem
But how foolish is that?

I feel like a criminal
Without a guilty conscience
I took away your chance
At getting to know me
And I'm sorry for that
But I don't feel anything
Except what you want me
To feel.

I ******* up
Like I almost always do
By now it's engraved
Into my personal issues
And I want to cry on the inside
But I choose to awkwardly sit
And refrain from my emotions
And I'll never find out why that is.