Bad Emotions...

Pain and sorrow, why do these feelings have to exist?
What does life gain by making me feel hollow?

I wish there was a switch I could press that could make me not care, with no love to share, turn me into a evil witch with no feelings to bare.

If I could I would, I'd be walking around a skip in my step, oh to of never wept...a glorious thing I would've kept, tucked up safely beside me while I slept.

A heart like stone is almost worth being alone, nothing to say I'd leave my thoughts at bay.

I wouldn't feel anything, I'd walk the earth not worth being real.

Head held high scoffing at people who turn emotional things into a big deal, closing up my heart with a seal.

I wish that switch was real because feelings exist and they are a big deal.