Book of Poems

Emotions

Happiness.

Anger.

Emptiness.

Love.

Only two am I familiar with,

knowing them like the back of my hand.

The others, not so much.

Anger.

Hot, red, raging, a volcano.

The slightest word can tip me over the edge.

A warning sign should be hung around my neck.

Warning: Will yell at you. Avoid at all costs.

Empty.

Broken shards of glass.

Drowning in a river of darkness.

Cold hands gripping my heart.

Tears streaming down my face.

(God I'm such a crybaby)

Love.

What is this?

Love.

A feeling that makes you happy?

I wouldn't know.

Or maybe I do.

I'm not sure.

Love is a mystery to me.

One I am afraid to find the answer to.

Happiness.

Joy, bliss, contentment.

They all mean the same.

Smiling, laughter.

Is that what you feel?

I wouldn't know.

Or maybe I do.

Smiling when I'm near my friends,

That's happiness, right?

Or is it something else?

A fake mask I put on, just another show?

Who knows.

Happiness.

Anger.

Emptiness.

Love.

All of these I am familiar with,

But of varying degrees.

Two I know like the back of my hand.

The others?

No, it is like taking the first step into cold water.

Will I get used to it? Will I like it?

Or will I back out and never touch it again?

Only time can tell.

Only I can find out.

So, I will test these waters.

Maybe I'll like what I find.

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Authors Note: Welcome to part two of I'm-having-an-emotional-breakdown-so-I'll-write-poetry. That's what I'm doing. I have no idea how many times I'm going to upload poetry tonight. Be warned, you'll probably get spammed with notifications I uploaded a new poem. Yay. Or you might not. Who knows? I certainly don't.