What is this.
This - feeling - is not always here;
it comes and goes as it pleases,
regardless of who is near
or gone.
So how am I to know.
There is no rational explanation,
no meaning except
that which I wish to be
both true
and yet not true.
Hate does not describe
how I feel about this feeling.
I do not understand how to feel about it.
I do not understand how
I feel.
That's what it comes down to.
YOU ARE READING
When You Feel
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about feelings: Confustion, Love, Releif, and others.