How do you feel?
Not how do YOU feel,
but HOW do you feel?
Tell me your method.
What drives your happiness,
and when are you sad?
What numbs you to pain
or let you love another?
What gave you those
cold, cruel, emotionless eyes?
When confronted,
you claim to hurt,
but you’re just saying that
because you’re supposed to –
it’s what’s expected –
so no one will ask questions,
or give you those strange
looks of disbelief –
the ones that make you feel
miserable and have you
question yourself –
if you simply say you
feel the same,
because then you’re
sympathetic to the cause.
You’re one of them,
one of the guys –
you finally blend in –
but really
you FEEL nothing.
You’re’ dead inside.
You laugh.
You don’t cry.
You’re not excited.
You don’t get high.
You can’t stay low.
So you stay alone.
All you know is nothing,
and that is your everything.
You only feel lonely
when you think of how no
one is like you.
You’re turned off –
no one knows it.
You don’t.
You think you find love,
but it’s emotion
masked as feeling,
so you retreat
because the first time
you fell all in
it was good
until it FELT bad,
and it was the worst pain,
and love had caused it.
So you gave up on love
as a feeling –
cauterized the wounds
it left behind
to never again FEEL
that pain.
Now you are the unfeeling
outside – you’ve forgotten how.
When they ask HOW you
FEEL, you can’t tell them
you don’t know; you’ve
forgotten how to
because that’s not what
they expect to hear.
You can’t tell them
you are broken.
