Fruit stripe feelings

I don't know if it's depression,

disassociation, or plain apathy,

or all three or neither at all;

But emotions are so fleeting. 
 

Like fruit stripe gum- 

a brief taste of feeling,

gone just as you start to 

experience them, quickly 

turning to chalk in your mouth;

jaw aching, the stale taste of it 

tinged with bitterness and 

cardboard emptiness lingering

on your tongue like empty promises. 
 

it feels like nothing has permanence. 

i think and rethink and overthink

until I can't anymore and I am left 

a husk of a human, a lone wrapper,

stuffed with old gum, quickly discarded.