Poem: Wailing Heart.

I do not matter is how I feel

But is it real?

I sit there, in the darkness

Wondering why I feel Melancholy.

Am I really perceived the way I view myself,

Or is it paranoia?

My insecurities range inside whilst I conceal them from the surface.

The misery I feel when being ignored,

can’t be expressed enough by my tears.

Each teardrop taking away bits and pieces of my emotions.

I feel nothing but sorrow, hence I desire to not feel at all.

I would rather be numb than be drowning in misery,

detached from my wailing heart.

~Florence-Farah