confused.

When is it right.
When is it wrong.
When is it too much.
When is it too wrong.
How much more.
How lot more.

Too much emotions to pen down.
Too much worries unheard.
Too much times forgotten.
Too much left unsaid.

I have gotta understand. Or perhaps accept.
But how lot more.
How insesitive can one get.
Will I be left emotionless as I stripped myself of feelings.
Or should I be constantly affected by it with smth called Jealously.

Any obsession is bad.
Any overdoing is worse.
Have you realise the one thats is around you.
Have you seen the face or emotions magnified by actions.
Or are you indulged.
In a own land of fantasty.

Maybe its better to be a stone.
A statue.
Fized expressions.
Fixed emotions.
Fixed reactions.
But that will then not be me.

Maybe I shld take my hand away from the stove.