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Poetry

Just some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.

I Don't Know How to Feel

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by ducknoodles25

by ducknoodles25

I don't know how to feel,

my acting and me are both so real.

I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?

I don't know how to feel a thing,
my smiles and laughs are thrown with a 'fling.'

I don't know how to feel emotion,
my regrets and my feelings just sticking like lotion.

I don't know how to feel,

my acting and me are both so real.

I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?

Through the years, I've always fell,

through the years, I was doing "well."

Through the years, I was always "happy,"
through the years, I've become more "snappy."

I don't know hot to feel,
my acting and me are both so real.

I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?

Looking at you, looking at others,
I feel something that gives me bothers.

And now the question stands,
"Are these my feelings, or my acting's feelings?"