Inner Turmoil Poem by Leah Michelle Ellis

An illusion so deceiving.
I am going insane at a young age.
The pond is full and yet empty all the same.
My heart is pounding! Racing!
But why?
How could someone so irrelevant make me feel this way?
You do nothing special.
Hell!
You barely give me the time of day!
But still, these emotions are true.
Much as I'd like them not to be.
I have no time for foolish things.
Especially ones that lead to heart ache.
Yet there is something about you so intriguing.
I hate you for that!