Emotionless
The feeling is dull,
empty,
lonely,
and I've never understood it.
It's all new to me,
as I fear not,
I love not,
I am not,
I cannot.
Chin up, they say,
you can, they say.
No use, I say,
I need a new way
to look at each day,
and somehow find a way
to move on,
to move forward,
so no.
I can't cheer up,
I can't improve,
but nothing changes
unless I do.
If I feel better,
the day does too,
but when I don't,
there's nothing more to do.
I want to move on,
I want to get better
but in this state
I fear it won't happen,
so I just keep dragging,
hopeless of change
and the improvement
they all say
I deserve.
So I take on each day
as it comes my way,
and maybe eventually
it'll be okay.
But until then,
I must power on
and maybe I'll someday
realize what's wrong.
Is it a disorder
or simply a mood?
Is this time of my life
affecting it too?
Is it all in my head
or some weird inner feud,
where one side of me's happy
and the other intrudes?
Will I ever know?
No, and neither will you.
Or maybe I will,
and someday if I do,
I hope to move on
to a better place I belong,
where I don't have to question
my every intention,
my every emotion,
myself.
And I hope the same for you.
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