How do I feel, you ask?
Bleh-
I feel bleh.
This universally known and undefined word that means so much;
Hardly means anything at all.
In my being I feel impassive and apathetic.
But indifference and apathy are feelings I loathe-
So I passionately hate myself for my lack of passion.
And then the hate is contradicted by my love,
Which I, so selfishly, set aside for myself.
But, it's my time and body that,
I so generously give to the world and humanity-
Which I love and hate as well.
I love the individual and hate humanity-
Which seem far too close to the same thing.
This contemplating state makes me feel wise,
But this feeling is false;
For my lack of identifying how I feel with any intelligent words,
Makes me feel stupid.
I'm not; I know I'm not stupid!
Am I certain?
How do I know what others know?
How do I know if I'm up to speed with the rest of the world?
How can I know something and feel so uncertian?
I am not happy.
I am not sad.
I am not scared.
I am not brave.
I am not frustrated, confused, surprised, belittled or beguiled.
I am...
bleh.