Inner Feelings
Too tired to really think,
My mind is a blur.
My eyes can't see clearly,
Everything is fading to black.
That's what they say.
Too lonely to really care,
My heart is a stone.
It cannot love or hate,
I am an emotionless figure.
That's what they say.
You call me an emotionless person,
No cares, no heart, no thought, no hate.
But you are all wrong.
I care. I have a heart. I have a mind.
I am happy when good things arise,
I am sad when the opposite occurs,
And I am angry when the time is right.
I can also be timid, brave or rude.
I just don't express them like you. I can't.
It's just the way things were made.
Maybe on day, I'll show you my inner feelings.
But for now, all I can do is tell you this poem.