I can not touch you, but you can touch me. You tell too much most of the time, but sometimes not enough. You lack logic yet have your own. Wrong be it may, but there's a method to your madness. Sometimes you make me feel ignorant, but when you are well you make me feel special. For no one understands the way you are like I do. They deal with their own that make them special as well. You are the reason I suffer and the reason I heal.
From: me
To: emotions
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
I can not touch you, but you can touch me. You tell too much most of the time, but sometimes not enough. You lack logic yet have your own. Wrong be it may, but there's a method to your madness. Sometimes you make me feel ignorant, but when you are well you make me feel special. For no one understands the way you are like I do. They deal with their own that make them special as well. You are the reason I suffer and the reason I heal.
From: me
To: emotions
I've always felt I was over emotional. I felt the only way to cope with them was to find peace in acceptance. After this poem I felt more control over them than ever.
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