What is this?
What is this feeling that makes me feel horrible on the inside?
What is this feeling that makes me hideous on the outside?
I don't call it sadness because that doesn't cut it
I don't call it depression because people avoid it
I won't call it fear because I'm scared of it
I won't call it an illness because I don't feel sick
Some call it indifference, some call it a fabrication
It's hard to disagree when you're in isolation
I can't get happy, I can't feel good
I can't make expressions when I'm made out of wood
What is this feeling that makes me feel gloom
Like a teenager filled with adolescent doom
What is this feeling? What does it mean?
I'm desperate for answers, I'm aching for dreams
What is this feeling I want to dismiss?
What is this feeling?
I didn't ask for this...
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We Were Dinosaurs...
PoetryPoems made by me as a coping mechanism for manic depression, PTSD and anxiety