Do you ever just feel empty,

alone, lost upon all kings and queens thrones.

Like no one ever looks your way?

That no one ever truly sees you.

Or just maybe because no one cares.

That no one wants to see your hard work,

because it seems the same as the other mans even though you fight to be different.

Even though you bleed something other than blood,

but seedless deep emotions.

That most of the time you feel melancholy.

That nothing and I mean Nothing could explain or put a name to you,

Because who could be so sad, happy and anger all at once,

except the bipolar,

but here's the thing you are not, at least last time you had checked.

Then there's those days you think they see you and nod their heads in approval,

bringing back the reasoning that you just might be out of control,

that your emotions are flying with the wind mixing with the sea breeze.

Am I am the only one seeing these things,

this very game of swapping back in forth between blindness and seeing?

Is there anyway to feel this void,

that sometimes feels filled?

But yet the emptiness takes place sooner than the latter.

The first feeling is it not also the last?

Alas I must say I don't know.

But yet everything feels wasted,

but also rightly used.

I haven't a clue what this means.

I guess some emotions aren't always there for the understanding of mans mind,

but yet we feel them each day,

even then this is no familiar territory.

How much more confusing can the emotion game get?

Is this the story of the battle between the truth and lies?

Something every human sees with every eye.

Are we fighting the inverted?

The very order of things.