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So I'm just starting out at this whole blogging thing. My favorite teacher recommended it. I mainly need a journal, somewhere to put my thought, ideas, poems, and to vent. So here I am.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

When You Ask Me What My Feelings Are

When You Ask Me What My Feelings Are
I don’t know what I’ve been feeling
Perhaps it's the ways with them I’ve been dealing
It's simply nonexistent
Not giving them a thought is my way to vent
So when you ask me what my feelings are
My answer is simply bizarre
I cannot give you an answer
Thoughts within me become a blur
I’ve trained myself to push them aside
By that rule I’ve always been one to abide
So you see, when you ask me what my feelings are
My answer is simply bizarre
All the thoughts in my mind become misted
Words turn into my tongue being twisted
Not even a clue of what I could say
Retraining my emotions seems like the only way
When you ask me what my feelings are
My answer is simply bizarre
Trying to think deep down inside
Turns my mind into a roller coaster ride
I’m honestly not trying to keep you out
Oh how relieving it would be to release it all with a shout
But when you ask me what my feelings are
My answer is simply bizarre
I cannot give you one
I’ve got plenty, deep down stored, weighing me down with more than a ton
It’s not something I’m proud of, I honestly want to share
I want you to know, and I want to show you I care
Now, when you ask me what my feelings are
My answer is simply bizarre
by: Snowflake Gypsy

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