Alexithymia

literally "without words for emotions"— a state of deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions.

I don't think I can

Forgive

These made up

Criminals

 

Or Myself

 

But I'm not

The murderer

In this equation,

I did nothing wrong.

 

 

Why am I feeling

So guilty

For not being

Able

To accept

Repentance 

For what it is,

I don't understand.

 

I wish I was

A little girl

Again,

When

The badies went to

Prison

And Life in Prison

Meant

Life in prison.

 

I don't like these

Moral dilemmas,

I don't

Like

Thinking about what's

Right and wrong,

Because,

Sometimes,

It's so

Blindingly simple it hurts.

And I wonder how people could

Be so stupid

 

 

(To do what they did in the first place)

 

I wish I could be a

Little girl again,

So I didn't have

To care about

Big Things,

And I wish I didn't

Enjoy caring,

Because these are real

People

(In some context)

 I'm pulling apart.

 

And they make me sick

Reviews

[Lorraine]

I was a little bit confused at what is actually going on in this piece, but on the positive side, I think people's emotions are like that: jumbled and confusing. Very expressive poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Cassidy Mask]

Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *ADDS TO FAVOURITES!!!!* :)

[Cassidy Mask]

Damn it. It cut off the end of my comment:

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[Cassidy Mask]

'Because these are real
People
(In some context)
I'm pulling apart.

And they make me sick'