I feel like , I feel nothing

I feel like,

I feel nothing.

I feel like,

I am not special.

I feel like,

I am just an extra,

Which nobody knows where to fit in.

I feel like,

I have found it,

But then I wind up with nothing,

All the emptiness,

Doesnt get any better.

It just makes me a sad person,

Infront of others.

I feel like,

Well carbon,

Not pressed and polished like diamond,

I feel like,

I keep saying,

But nothing is falling in anybody’s ears!

Am I a ghost?

Am I ?

Am I carbon?

Am I an extra?

Why would I be withheld from happiness?

Why would I?

Maybe this life,

Is to live like this,

With the baggage of feelings,

Of emotions,

Of pain,

Of unworthiness.

People played a great deal of game,

So effortlessly,

And well, what did they gain?

Just seeing me unhappy?

I wish,

No I don’t,

I dont want to wish anymore.

Disappoinments,

My friends,

I walk with you.

You dont have to be filled in my mind though!

I feel like,

A weed in the garden,

Waiting to be plucked out,

And thrown away.

Would anybody keep a crow as their pet?

I might sing,

And you might just hear a sigh.

I might as well sing,

All thats heavy inside.

You can call me whiny,

But I always stick to my lane.

I don’t brush myself onto others.

Your comments ,

Cannot get any heavier,

Than all thats been piled up in my heart.

But goodluck trying.

I feel like,

Well…alot of things,

But I feel like,

I can speak no more.

Thank you for listening if you did!