Sometimes I feel forgotten,

A fly beneath a shoe.

Sometimes I feel forgotten,

And sometimes it makes me blue.

Sometimes I feel love,

But a broken heart always follows.

Sometimes I feel love,

But it always makes me hollow.

Sometimes I feel pride,

Not very often though.

Sometimes I feel pride,

And become like a pro.

Sometimes I feel enjoyment,

Although it is rare,

Sometimes I feel enjoyment,

Even without a pair.

Sometimes I feel content,

With my situation then.

Sometimes I feel content,

But then I pick back up my pen.

Sometimes I feel grateful,

When people are nice,

Sometimes I feel grateful,

But it never happens twice.

Sometimes I feel gross,

And want to crawl out my skin.

Sometimes I feel gross,

From my toes to my chin.

Sometimes I have anxiety,

And then I can’t breathe.

All my emotions balled up,

As I inwardly seethe.

Sometimes I am enraged,

Trembling with fury.

Sometimes I am enraged,

And battling my inner jury.

Sometimes I am scared,

And see monsters in the dark.

Sometimes I am scared,

Then they appear at the park.

Sometimes I feel caring,

And want to help.

Sometimes I feel caring,

But I am as cowardly as kelp.

Sometimes I feel pain,

And don’t know what to do.

Sometimes I feel pain,

But I’ll always have you.

Sometimes I am broken,

When people are enraged.

Sometimes I am broken,

And I’ll stay broken ’til I’m aged.

Sometimes I feel,

And sometimes I don’t.

And sometimes--

That’s okay.