In A Mind; A book of poems

No Name

The feeling doesn't have a name.

When you're not at all happy, but not depressed.
When you're in a crowded room,
yet feel so alone.
When your chest feels tight, but it's bare.

You know you don't have it as bad as others.
But you can't help but cry.
There's the bitter taste in your mouth.

 The things you enjoyed doing are now just ideas swimming around in your head.
You can hear people call your name, yet it's distant.
Like a ringing in your ear.

You try to describe it all, but it doesn't have a name.