The Feeling

     Time for another poem, I guess. From last year. Probably like November, not exactly sure though.  I'm not really going to explain why I wrote this poem, but yes, it was my feeling at the time. And that's what it is called. The Feeling.

The Feeling

I wish I wouldn’t lie to myself ever again,

And that the way that I feel, didn’t feel like a sin.

The hurt I feel inside,

This feeling’s made me cry.

I don’t know if it is wrong.

Why does this take so long?

Will this feeling ever fade?

That it will remain makes me afraid.

I say that none of it bothers me,

But it doesn’t take a lot to see

That when I tell myself it’s fine,

That alone is the lie.