At times I'm bursting with emotions, positive and negative
Other times I'm standing in the mirror, staring at an empty shell
Tired and being dragged through Hell
Well that's what it feels like to me
Hell
Behind my eyes I'm screaming for someone to notice
Notice that I'm not okay
Notice that this is not normal
I want to speak up but there are no words
No words for the way I'm feeling
No way that people can believe what their seeing
Someone that can't feel
Someone that hides behind a smiling mask
A laughing mask
"Take it off! Take that fucking thing off so I can see who you really are."
If only...
We want to feel again
We want to feel everything
We hate the feeling of nothing
And we will try our best
But what are the chances of our success?
About the Creator
Katina McDuffie
I'm just a normal girl with a lot on her mind. I need an outlet and this is one of many that I have.
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