The Truth

Leave it to your intepretation

I am not emotionally fragile
I am emotionally severed
disabled
temporarily out of order
Just give it time
patience
I tell myself, they tell me.

I am emotional severed
angered
disabled
I am unable to put it into words
words are not enough.
Just sounds, syllables, Consonants
k
-k
-k - k -t ugh.
It is not enough to exasperate the emotions
that rush in and out.
Through thick and thin, through every little thing you've added and felt alone. Sometimes.
I lost myself
I Lose a sense of every inner part

I become a shell
a severed shell filled with hopes and dreams
optimism.
Optimism.
Pessimism.
Figure it out.

Sort it out.
Breath
B--B-b-b
stop.
Just take a second
think
what is this thing, optimism? WHO am I? Who am I to question
to disable myself bit by bit
until someone decides to put up the sign so that I can be fixed?
Until I am, I'm left there to be found.

I am a natural hazard waiting to be a natural disaster.
Monitored for any unusual behavior.
Calculations
Math problems
Physics.
It's not me
I am what you see
Don't overanalyze,
just
s-s-s-s-sink.

Author's Note

I wrote this with thoughts of it being more for speaking, hence the stuttering.