i feel
i can’t feel anything. you won’t let me, you strip me of my emotions, take them as your own and hurt me. i can’t react, i can’t feel, i can’t be. i hide it all behind my rationality. never have i felt, so why start now? i will fight against myself until it has passed, just adding it to the pile of things i never said. things i can’t do. things i feel. i feel. i feel until i inevitably snap. let me feel the way you do, let me be unreasonable and inconsolable. it’s what i've always wanted. but instead, i remain myself, quiet, unspeaking, and tragically bound to silence. i wish i could express it, i wish it wasn’t my own. yet i feel, and burden myself until it’s over.