What is this feeling
That is in my heart
That feels like it is pulling
It apart

That makes me cry
When I see others joy
That makes me feel like
Nothing more than a toy

What is this feeling
That makes me wish death
That wants the wind knocked out of me
So I can take my final breath

That makes me frown
When others smile
That makes my smiles
As false as the tears of a crocodile

What is it about this feeling
That makes me not want to go on
The feeling is hurt
And I know it will never be gone

That makes me depressed
When others are giggling
That makes my heart
Feel like it is wriggling

What is it about this feeling
That makes me want to cry
Every second, of every minute, of every day
Until the day I die

That makes me wish I had stayed in the shadows
While others get the spot light
That makes me crave attention
Even if only for a fight

What is it about this feeling
That makes me want to run
While others get to play
And have a lot of fun

That makes me want to snap
At anyone that talks
As they pass me
While they go on walks

This feeling I know well
And as it may be
This feeling is what I feel
But this feeling isn’t me

This feeling needs to leave
Because I want to live
This feeling needs to go
So that I may forgive

This feeling has to disappear
So that I may see
That friends are all around
And they all care about me

But the feeling will not budge
And it is for that reason
That I cannot get over it
Not now or any season

I write this poem
To let you know
That I am hurt
And should probably go