Jaded

I worry I don’t feel as deeply as I should

Don’t rage as passionately as I used to

Hurt so deep, I think I will never come out

Blush so red and embarrass so easy,

I don’t feel, believe, relive, as hard anymore

Everything’s so flip, or an obscure regret at worst,

curiosity’s down to but an occasional tic

I fear my mind is calloused and my heart far from tenderized,

emotions are practiced, those alien - highly unlikely!- dumped casually into the recycle bin

So if I don’t rage, nor worry, believe nor feel … then why am I afraid...?