uninspired






hi

i know you’re reading this 

checking it from in front of me 

not in metaphors though. 

and maybe these words 

don’t hit you 

like they normally would. 

don’t worry, 

they haven’t been hitting me 

either. 

they’re empty. 

emotionless. 

and the only thing i feel is 

anger

like a walking cliche 

no one understands me. 

i want 

and i need 

but i can’t make myself 

feel things 

other than 

resentment. 

and i hate it. 

that only makes it worse, though. 

i’ve been MIA 

in my body. 

i’m somewhere else,

dissociated from this 

field of view. 

and i want to care that 

you’re upset

but i just don’t 

feel much these days 

other than annoyance. 

maybe it’s the cabin fever,

or the growing up. 

but i don’t know how to stop it 

or slow it down. 

but i’ve lost my touch and my mind is so empty that it feels desperately cluttered. 

if that makes sense.

lila woodard

VT

YWP Alumni

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