Emotionally Unbalanced

Can feelings be recycled?

Easily polished and made new,

Free from hurt or bruise,

Or scars running loose.

I go through the time of day,

Feeling different in every kind of way,

Sometimes i stand and gaze,

My object of focus so far away.

I see no beauty in pain,

Or the chaos setting my mind ablaze,

I just wonder in vain,

To how costly it pays to be sane,

As i am trapped in this burning cage,

With no means of escape.

With words i can express,

But to speak i become distress,

Because i am overwhelmed by my fears,

And the unfriendly world out there.

So i take poetry as my nest,

To lay all my worries to rest.