Glass. Poem by Saharah Rane

Mommy never taught me how to feel.
Sad.
Happy.
Amazing.
Excited.
Angry.
Intimidated.
Depressed.
Or unreal.
I never learned.
Even if your suppose to learn from yourself.
And to this day.
I ask my friend.
What does it mean when my heart aches?
And she tries to come up with an answer.
And when she does that.
I'm happy.
Even if i can't feel it I know.
Someday.
I'm going to learn how to feel.
But as of now.
All I can say is my heart aches.
And thank you.
Even if mommy never taught me.
I'm going to learn.