Disposable Emotion
Back in the world of disposable
Emotions I fall apart
But what are emotions anyway?
Disposable?
Maybe.
Yes.
I don’t know.
In their own world?
Most definitely yes.
I am ashamed of past.
I tell hardly anyone about it,
And few if any know the truth.
I live in a world surrounded by pain,
But blanketed in pleasure
And covered in ice.
I am more secluded than a monk,
And even I don’t truly know who I am.
Copyright © April Woods | Year Posted 2005
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