Something

I often feel too little,

and sometimes a little too much.

As if my feelings and emotions are my own.

The world casts stones in my direction

hoping to hit my mouth.

Will I suffer in silence as I go through life?

Or should I live in discomfort at the price of my happiness?

I have no idea. 

I have no idea if I'm making sense right now.

But maybe someone will read this, and someone will like it.

And maybe it'll make the world seem a little quieter.

Just don't be quiet with it.