What comes from this feeling? This feeling of remorse, this feeling of hate, This feeling that I can't dictate. In a second, I feel my happiness leave As a rush of anger clouds my relief. In an hour, I feel my anger dissipate As a wave of sadness arrives to congregate. I don't even believe I have a personality For all I can tell is I am a breaking anomaly With emotions that stir like a hurricane And wrap around me like cellophane. What comes from this feeling? I do not know, but all I can say is I hope, one, day, I encounter true bliss.