Feelings

Feelings

Everyone has feelings

Everyone is entitled to their own feelings as is their own

Except

Me.

My words slip through my mouth as if it were slime.

Words which translate into something else to others.

Something entirely differently

I direct

Indirectly.

Spewing my frustration and annoyances

Only for them to internalize

And think

That’s it’s them.

Frustration and anger building thinking I must defend myself, only to find

It’s making things worse

Not better.

How foolish of me to think I can successfully explain my feelings, when words to me?

Are my worst enemy to describing accurately how I am or feeling. Everyone has hobbies and goals,

It’s when I am feeling stuck and the only outlet I have, I cannot do without that paper. And it’s when I see the others do these things, I get frustrated, and panic because that’s when I feel trapped.

Trapped by my own mind of

Anxiety

Desperation

Anger

Depression

Creativeness

Questions

Thoughts

Fears

And Phobias.

Snowballing into a night with insomnia and racing thoughts brewing.