A special poem about living life with feelings that spike and drop off all day long. |
-Hard Pressed Feelings- by Keaton Foster Hurting Deeply concerning Worried to death Unable to relax Unable to calm down Angry all the time Mad as hell Why exactly No plausible idea Not a single one It’s just who I am Of course I have a diagnosis An order written in my name By an over educated man Wearing what in most countries Passes for a Sunday dress In a stern voice Doing his best to act concerned With a straight face he said Son you are somewhere Between north and south Somewhere between The earth and the sun Somewhere between normal And crazy as bat shit I prefer to ignore it and him I prefer to think that it is just What I am all about Maybe was born this way Then again Maybe I was turned this way Semantics aside The chemicals of my being Have long since out of whack Drugs take off the roughest edge Keeping me from overreacting Keeping me from brutalizing Anyone who pushes me too far Way beyond All that I am comfortable with These hard pressed feelings Never give me a chance Even when I act the part I miserably fail Often asking myself What’s the frigging point Everyone around me knows Their prejudgment often dooms Me long before I succeed Throughout the day They ask me questions like Are you ok Do you need a break Do you need to be alone Within your skin and bones All which further stresses me All which drives me to scream What is it that you see That I am so blind to Of course, their reply of nothing Only further exacerbates the situation Sending me off the deep end These hard pressed feelings Are always with me Hiding, dulled, placed upon a shelf Regardless of the ways In which I give them hell They remain as part of who I am More than anything else… Hard Pressed Feelings Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |