Sometimes I feel so lost
so out of place.
Sometimes I feel hallow
like I'm stuck in the in-between.
Between the idea and the reality,
Between the motion and the act,
Between the emotion
and the response.
Sometimes I feel so alone.
I try to reach out, to yell,
to scream,
but my voice fades with the wind,
more distant and more solemn than a
fading star.
Sometimes I feel hopeless
like I can't do anything right.
Sometimes I feel so broken.
A beautiful vase, once shiny
and colorful
that has been dropped
one toomany times.
All goodness and joy that once was in me
has leaked out
through the cracks and holes.
Like a seeping wound
that never seems to heal.
Sometimes I feel like a ghost,
invisible, like I not really there.
Sometimes I feel like a shadow,
a shape without form,
a shade without color
like I'm paralyzed,
having gesture without motion.
Sometimes I feel useless,
obsolete, faded,
like yesterdays news.
