Emotionless
Pain. Sadness. Happiness. Excitment. Shock. Hate. Love.
Emotionless from being broken down all these years.
I Smile to show everyone that I'm ok.
I pretend to be happy... but the truth is, I don't know what I feel.
I don't feel anything.
You look at me, I look at you.
You love me, but I don't know what love is.
People have told me that they loved me all their life.
But does love mean you abandon and forget about me.
Love him!
Hold him!
My heart screams for attention.
But my mind, it won't hear what my heart is pleading for.
All it hears is NO!!
Don't get hurt!
Do NOT let someone get close to you!
And that is all that I hear.
I am the follower of the mind, I refuse to let someone near my heart.
My mind always conquers at chasing people away.
In the end, I am alone.
And safe.
Copyright © Amanda Broomhall | Year Posted 2011
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