What Is a Feeling
Memories, like ghosts, haunt my mind in the dark until I’m searching for light, just a glimpse of a spark.
I can hide this disease with a nod or smile but to explain the damage it causes may take me awhile.
misunderstood or misunderstanding? I can’t tell if I’m falling or, if I am, where I’m landing.
and through this internal struggle I can’t make a sound, just have to put on the show for friends and family around.
you’re the provider, you have to be strong, you must do everything right, you can’t afford to be wrong.
Showing your weakness is no longer an option, you hold tight to the positives whenever you spot them.
manic depression or, “I’m feeling just fine” are all these thoughts malicious or are some benign?
It’s not that I’m upset, guess I don’t really know what I am, how do I decipher my feelings, I need a guide or a plan.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2016
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