Interrogate or Deny

Heartbreak,
Sadness,
Depression,
Words of which I've heard,
Yet emotions in which are unknown.

Wondering, "What's this feeling?"
Do they exist?
You never know.

Happiness,
Glee,
Joy,
The ones that are a part of me.
Whiting out every other emotion
In which I am given to feel.
Or so I think.
Are these emotions real?

Which is the base feeling?
Am I always depressed and sometimes happy?
Or am I always happy and sometimes sad?
Why is it that one cannot know
How one's self feels?
Is it because they choose which
Emotions are called real?

Does one set the standards
For their own given emotions?
Or does one accept what's set
Upon their plate?

Does one deny feelings,
And continue with their day?

Tell me why I'll never know.
Tell me why it never shows.
Tell me why this rhythm flows.
You never know.

Love, Romance,
The significant other,
The soul of every emotion.
The panel for every source.
The reason for feelings.

Because they are the only ones,
That can show you which
Emotions are real.

You never know.

Christina Marie Bent