Everything and Nothing

Who am I to question emotions? Who am I to question what I feel? Who am I to throw away emotions I don't like? Who am I to turn it all off?

I don't know.

But I do it anyway. Anger helps no one. Give me a second, and it's gone. Sadness is weak. Takes a little longer but I sweep it under just fine. Regret doesn't even exist here.

That leaves happiness and fear. They fill up the empty space. I'm always too happy or too scared. But I'm not really. That's how I react with all I've left myself. Is empty fear a thing? Empty joy? I'm not pretending, but it's not true either.