I'm not special (poetry)

I can't explain nothing

She says tell me

how you feel

I say that's the problem

I don't know what I feel

I

can be floating

on the moon one minute

The next I'm a grouch

The next I'm fucking Eeyore

And the next, I feel like digging my own grave.

Then, I feel

Like nothing.

Not sad

Or mad

or happy

I'm just

well, I'm nothing aren't I?