Emotional Lie

How I felt, but not how I wanted to feel. That is my Emotional Lie.

What shall I do with this emotional lie,
This emotional lie that I am?
Screaming inside,
Does the fear ever stop?
But an emotional lie is what I am.
The anger,
The jokes,
Much laughter to be heard,
All false,
For I feel nothing.
I can try,
But within I am dead.
Twisted and turned,
This rack of emotions.
They are nothing but dust now.
So where within is there no emotional lie?
For that is what I am,
No life inside.
The bride at the wedding
Of an emotional lie.

Reviews

[Cynthia]

I love it, this poem speaks a lot for me, I mean, emotional lies, its just... such a fantastic idea! And how the whole poems just works! And the flow and such, its amazing! I see in your intro that its not what you choose to feel, its not what anyone choose to feel, yet it exist and its something we got to feel sometimes...
Interesting Poem!!