Poems of the (not-so) Heartless

Burning Neutral

You say I'm angry.

I say I'm not.

You insist,

I deny.

Maybe I'm tired,

or sick of the attention,

but really,

I'm not angry.

I'm actually confused.

About what I'm feeling,

what I want,

what to do.

What?

Now you want to help me?

After me having to outright

tell you?

Now you give me your sympathy?

Now I get your pity?

Haven't I told you,

I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY?!

Good job.

Now I'm angry.

Little bit of background here- I have a straight expression about 70% of the time that appears whenever I don't want to deal with people, I'm tired, thinking or I'm just numb(Lack of emotion). Because of the amount of time I was angry when I was younger, I would glare a lot, frown, or just have a very nasty expression. It all made it so my straight face looks like I'm angry. People constantly ask if I'm angry or why I'm angry and have yet to figure out that really ticks me off. If I explain that I'm actually always really sad and confused they give me their pity and that's what's the last straw. I really hate when people pity me because I'm not worth pity. -The Apparent Heartless