Struggle into realism

NOTE: This isn't a poem you can interpret or anything of that sort. It's a simple piece of writing expressing feelings i felt at that moment. Sometimes I feel that's the only way a person can get rid of their feelings.

It’s so empty now,
Nothing’s going right.
It’s like you blocked my heart,
And locked it from inside.

Those words you said to me,
Those words I was forced to hear,
Those words just made me realize,
That nothing true is real.

You’re jumping to conclusions;
Yet I haven’t said a word.
You act like you know all of it,
Yet nothing has been told.

It burns me from the inside,
My face is to be straight.
No, emotions are not necessary,
Why use them?
It’ll always be too late.

The tears are choked inside of me,
There’s no point letting them out.
Why should I?
Your always ALWAYS right,

And at that you shall stand,
Not budge not move nor shift.
Every time I struggle forward,
You manage a bigger lift.

It’s like a never-ending parody,
Yet not funny for you nor me.
It’s like the simple facts are there,
But you pretend that you don’t see.

Why do you have to act like that?
Like I’m a piece of dirt.
In 2 minutes you act normal,
You don’t realize this hurts!

Yet even “dirt” has feelings,
As I can clearly feel.
And i just wish that you would realize,
That I too am real…