‘You’re good at hiding emotions’
Only somewhere I felt a hint
A distinctive dull feeling
It felt rather unappealing,
But perhaps he is right.
So I won’t fight.
Because that I question too.
Why is it so easy to dismiss his pensive hue?
I see the shades of his confusion
Blur before my eyes
Yet I’m not compelled enough
To reach out for his cries
To try to consider
While I don’t feel a thing
And If I told him, well it’d only sting -
that much I know.
And although I paint a soft pastel portrait
I'm passive in knowing I’m perhaps not so quaint.
As the world around flurries and sinks in their oceans
I can’t help but feel numb to those turbulent emotions
Did I build a safety net or am I already dead?
Did my fuse blow out so now I feel nothing instead?