Feelings

These feelings feel me up.
The feeling of feeling like I’m not good enough.
It’s so cold I’m cold to the touch.
Mask it all till the mask crumbles from too much.
Trying to think of what to say before all these feelings wash away.
These feelings are a Mood they go and come;
taking piece by piece to overcome.
Like mother says, think before you speak, for these feelings think for me.
Like water through my fingers they slip free, trying to catch them,
before they go to the sea.
Short but sweet time for me to get back on my feet.
These feelings feel me up. The feeling of feeling like I’m not good enough.
It’s so cold I’m cold to the touch.
Mask it all till the mask crumbles from too much.