It is torture.
Sometimes it provokes tears
At times it makes me smile
It can crush me entirely
The sour taste of pain remains present for a while
The way the feeling pierces my skin
Spreading rapidly throughout my body
Reaching every space there is to reach within
It can be suffocating
But it can lift me up as well
Creating a moment of unmatchable glory
Whereupon it breaks me down
As effortless as breaking a cracked eggshell
When it’s there I wish it away
When it’s gone I want it back
When it’s good I am indestructible
When it’s bad I’m a wreck
It plays with my head, it toys with my mind
It hides things from me
It uncovers facts I’d rather not find
I cannot control it
Because I think it might be a part of me
I am its prisoner
Although I am indisputably free
I guess there’s no escaping
If there was, would I be trying?
It’s torture
But nodding would be lying