how to feelA Poem by Immi
And I'm getting bad again.
There was once a time when I thought everything would go away, all these feelings I have. I'm content, though. I'm content with the way I feel now, it's no longer new to me. Maybe I'll always feel like this, maybe I won't. But I'm coming to terms with the reality of my feelings, taking it step by step. In all truthfulness I don't think I can be 'saved', not by anyone or anything. Everyone has bad days, it just so happens that I have too many in my opinion. But that's okay, because at least now I know and I'm prepared. I don't think anyone will ever notice, or ever believe how I feel. I like it that way. I like it that way because then maybe someday someone will notice, and when they do I'll know they care; rather than just another who pretended to. I don't want to draw any attention to myself, people don't need to hear about how I feel. I don't need a reason to feel this way, I shouldn't have to rationalise myself. By wearing a mask, I don't have to. I need to hear about how other people feel, I need to help others in order to feel a purpose. I, by no means, am the 'perfect' individual, no one can be. But I pride myself on my need to help, and without my feelings I wouldn't have this need.
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