A bitter sweet taste enters my being.
A dismal taste of loneliness and emptiness.
A beautiful taste of hope and desire.
All these that I am susceptible to.

Sometimes it can seem so lonely.
I am solitary, companionless, isolated.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only.
I am depressed, dispirited, dejected.

It’s a bitter sweet pill to swallow.
It’s a bizarre feeling of isolation.
It’s a wonderful feeling of freedom.
Everything that I am vulnerable to.

Sometimes it can seem so monotonous.
I am dull, dreary, cheerless.
Sometimes I feel such an enigma.
I am gloomy, morose, sullen.

An obscure emotion engulfs me.
It’s an odd emotion of shame and regret.
It’s a wonderful sensation of logic and spirits.
All things that I am sensitive to.

Sometimes I can be so certain.
I am penitent, regretting, sorrowful.
Sometimes it can seem a wretched state.
I am shameful, deplorable, pathetic.

I ascend to the highest height,
I descend to the lowest low.
Crossing this chasm of hopelessness,
all the way from euphoria to despair.