Why do I feel this way? By Aladi


Time and time again I ask myself this, hoping a response finds its way to me.
Pain, sadness, anger,
All these I feel constantly,
All at the same time. All consuming. They attack continuously,
Each wave stronger than the other.
And each time I do nothing but wallow in each emotion.
Do I know it is pathetic? Yes.
Do I consider this untrue? Yes.
Yet, I struggle against believing this.
The voices are to blame for it.
Faceless but not nameless, they band together
to torment me.
They revel in ecstasy at my pain.
I know them. I embrace them. I accept them. And yet I hate them.
Still, I wait for them to tell me why I feel this way.

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.