Secrets To Be Kept

Poem 2

I don’t miss it

            I don’t miss feeling

                        I don’t miss crying

                                    I don’t miss laughing

                                                I don’t miss joy

                                                            I don’t miss fear

                                                                        I don’t miss anger

                                                                                    Or do I?

                                                                        Maybe I miss it

                                                            Maybe I want to feel

                                                I’m nobody’s hero

                                    I’m nobody’s savior

                        But I’m not even human

            After all, humans feel.

I don’t miss it.