The Remains of Emotion

I’ve been called a masterpiece, I’ve been called obsessed; I’ve been referred to as psycho, and regarded as magic; I’ve been ignored by those who hold my heart; I’ve been fawned over by strangers when they’re a bit drunk; I’ve been called an idiot, I’ve been called intense; It’s been said that I’m crazy and the next minute that I make sense; I’ve been cast aside, I’ve been told I’ve saved a life; I’ve been completely ignored when I really needed help; I’ve saved all the emotions I’ve bottled them up; I’ve since let them become ashes; The remains of all the letters I’ll never send.