Trapped In Limbo - A poem about uncertainty

New beginnings are supposed to follow an end.

Not limbo.

That weird feeling that something good finished
but the next thing hasn't quite begun.
Yet.
What am I supposed to do?
Wait? Look? Run!
I am confused and paralysed.

The moment I understand why,
the moment everything feels right,
it's not any more.
Irony.

Feelings.
All of the feels like they say.
Internet. Reality.
All fake.

I think therefore I am.
I think that I'd rather not think.
Would I also rather not be?
Probably not.

My sentences are too short
and my ramblings too long.
Always wrong,
always somewhat
not quite what people expect.
But,
why do they have expectations of me?
They do not afford me the same luxury.

And why do I care?
Stop.
You're thinking again.
I can't help it though.
What did I actually want to say?

I feel therefore I am.
I feel a lot and intensely.
Mostly sadness.
Cliche, I know.
I wish I could feel something more original.
A new feeling, something no one knows.
I wish it was something positive though.

Anyway.
I can't change who I am.
I don't want to.
I am am me.
Just me and nothing else.
I'm sorry.