Instinctual Emotion

My mind is clogged,

I cannot think.

I close my eyes,

I cannot blink.

My eyes are wet,

My tears falling down.

All I can manage in my face,

Is a ten-foot-frown.

My heart is in despair,

I want to go home.

Here all I really am,

Is all alone.

Written By:

Elliot Somers

I wrote this poem when I was really home sick when I lived in Illinois. No one seemed to understand me. I was a good actor to them and a strange person who speaks his mind no matter what strange thoughts I might conjure. I missed being home even though I was in hell there because no one accepted me except good friends. Still it felt better than being "in the closet."