I lay on the highway of emotions.
Between the lines of yellow.
Small and insignificant.
Trapped.
The emotions roar past me.
terrofing me.
Was I weaker I would be in one of those.
But I find more often then not.
The emotions are faked answer.
A shadow of what i am supposed to feel.
Or is all that wishful thinking.
Dressed in a black dress.
Arms on either yellow slash of danger.
One way or the other,
I could be trampled under the rush.
One emotion could crush me.
While others hold the speeding things within.
Mine are bigger then I like to admit.
But are they shadows of what I feel,
or are they true monsters.
The questions keep me still.
A small emotional suicide waiting to happen.
Still, unsure, scared.
Lost and unmoved.
If I close my eyes I am back to center.
But still the question remains.
Do I feel because I feel or do I feel becasue I should feel.
