I am not lost
I am not found
it's been years
since my mind
was sound.

I am not happy
I am not sad
Sometimes
I actually
forget
that things
are so bad.

I am not young
I am not old
But after all
these years
my actions are
a lot less bold.

I am not yours
I am not mine
but strangely
I think of you
all the time.

I've not a poet
& neither am I
These words
don't make sense
I feel like
I could cry.