Another Poem

Despite my best efforts 

to dress up lines

in poetic rhyme schemes

and disguise 

my mind state

as creative 

and not insane 

to conceal 

my inability to cope

behind metaphors and similes

it seems my poetry 

bleeds truth

self reflective 

transparent confessions 

where nice does not suffice

to convey the pain

that consumes me 

numbness has lost all meaning

I've repeated it so many times

but it so accurately defines 

my lack of feelings

and this nothingness 

in my chest

that beats between the emptiness