I am depressed,
So depressed that I am empty,
Empty of feeling and knowledge,
I am angry,
So angry I could throw knives,
Which would melt like rocks against lava,
I am happy,
Bursting with near joy,
Near joy that could rival my anger,
I am loved,
Loved with care and sometimes guided,
Guided with unwanted guidance,
Finally, I am empty?
So empty that I am deep.
As deep as the ocean or empty frying pan,
Yet, as wide-eyed as a child,
I gaze at my future with uncertainity.
I wish for my freedom and my mind’s peace.
So, here I end this day.