Short Poem with no feelings
I don’t feel happy, sad, or glad.
Very bland.
I’m just here taking up space,
moving through space,
finding space
space to be alone
therefore, I stare into space.
Cry for what.
Smile for what.
Laugh for what.
Being emotionless fits the bill.
Bland.
They won’t know me or feel me
On the other hand
I’m not trying to be emotionless it just is,
so desensitized by the world.
Nothing amazes me, terrifies me, or saddens me
moving through the day as an emotionless being
straight face, no wrinkle lines thou.
Keep it cute.
Close the blinds
keep it dark,
no spark
Just Be!
You will never know me.
Stoic!
Emotionless State of Being
©Nichole Nichole