Questions I carry. (I don't write like at all so this is new to me)

Am I really sad, or just think that I should be?

Am I really angry, or just scared that I will be?

Am I really feeling, or just performing what you taught me?

Maybe I was sad, now I feel that is me.

Maybe I was angry, now I question if I should be.

Maybe I wasn't feeling, now I think that I could be.

Maybe that’s all a lie, just something that comforts me.