My feelings are hidden
uncertain and nonexistant.
Not everyone feels anything all of the time.

My times have been hard
it feels rough, rigid.
but it's not your problem. It's always only mine.

Try as you may
beg, plead.
I've remembered to forget what I should have saved.

I never feel pain
mentally.. or physically.
Hard to believe that sanity was what I craved.

Wrapped up in plastic
then placed in foam.
I can relate to last minute presents shipped long after.

You arrive to faces.
Confused, disgusted.
Do they accept it? this is a pending factor.

I used to want love.
A life, some friends.
but everything has changed, I have come to find.

You don't understand.
My thoughs, my feelings.
but not everyone fels abything all of the time.