Those Who Don't

Turn, Turn, Turn

Turn, Turn, Turn

Nothing but sheer frustration

That’s all you ever feel any more

You love the deepness of it all

You love the way it folds

And lines

And creases in your deepest core

You’d never say it out loud

You don’t even know you feel that way about it

To you,

It’s a feeling that can’t be described

Or put into words

Or shown out loud

You just feel it

Why?

You don’t know why

You know what may have caused it

Any of the few things that just go wrong in your life

The humiliation

The confusion

The longing to just fit in

It’s in there and you feel it

You just can’t…

Nothing but sheer frustration

You like finally putting a face to a name

Identifying whatever this is you feel

Now that you know what it is

You want to brag

To boast

To tell everyone

But what’s the purpose in that?

Maybe they’re figuring it out for themselves

You really just want to wallow in it

It’s an emotion

A feeling

A word

You can really feel, really feel

You love that you can feel it

Everything else feels fake