Empty Or Full

My emotions shift seamlessly, as if they were water being poured from one glass to another. One glass is anger and the other sadness. Both of the glasses are dirty and coated with grime. I can be full of anger at one second, then my glass tilts, pours, and fills the next. Sadness takes over as the cloudy water reaches the brim. Wishing I could spill both over empty Make it go away, I feel nothing Smash them both to bits I take a drink The glasses constantly take turns filling each other Dirt being knocked loose is transferred as well The water gets cloudier and cloudier with each agonizing mood swing I now reject happiness and see it for what it truly is A temporary feeling, a tease as I see it. Its almost a form of torture I would trade this for physical pain any day I’d rather be bleeding than feel like I’m drowning Someone needs to come and kick these glasses over