Feeling is such a silly word.

I listened to a sad song a few minutes ago,
With the musician's words, my emotions flipped,
My focus shifted to tragic things.

No more than two minutes later,
She sent me a picture of a silly face,
Suddenly, my feelings changed.
Half smile, scrunched nose, eyes closed,
She made me laugh.

The simplest things can impact how I feel,
But very few can affect who I am,
Feelings aren't all that important.

I've felt many ways throughout my journey,
Blissful happiness,
Broken-hearted grief,
Innocent joy,
Painful rejection,
Passionate affection,
Suicidal misery,
Overwhelming peace,
I have felt many things.

I used to let these define me,
But as my state of mind altered,
I blew with the wind.
Feelings can no longer describe who I am.

How am I feeling, at this exact moment, you ask?
I am happy,
I am sad,
I am scared,
I am nervous,
I am curious,
I am restless,
I am alone,
But I am content.