Emotions At The Door Poem by Stella Andrews

im feeling hurt in my chest
its like there is a stocking
shoved down my throat and i
am trying to breathe through it.

i hate this feeling.
its like i need to be sick
and the vomit is sitting there
just out of wrenching reach.

this feeling is scary.
it means you have touched my heart
i beleive that if your heart isnt touched
then they cannot really hurt you.

you must have touched it
because i can feel your poison
running through my viens like
a foriegner.

it makes me angry that i have let myself
fall into this chaotic mayhem
of something you call emotions.
I'd leave them at the door if i could.