Numb
I feel that I don't matter
that I'm just here
not a wife, a partner, a friend
not a lover, a lady who was once called "Dear"
I feel alone
no hope, joy, laughter or praise
just questions with no answers
walking dead as in a daze
I feel useless yet obligated to the needs of others
taking on the mistakes they made
holding the resentments of fear and anger against myself
watching my life and soul diminish in the ocean and fade
I feel hopeless in this mirror
reflection of failure looks back at me
anticipation, anxiety, anger and confusion is all I can see
I feel angry because I am confused
and confused because I am angry
I am Numb
2007-10-28
20:16:21
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