Whirl of emotions

Sometimes my thoughts become sharp shards of glass; if I touch them they cut me open and I ooze out several emotions woven tightly together. I have wondered countless times how someone can sit and not know how they are feeling, not knowing what emotion is running through their brain, what feeling it is that controls their movements. Maybe, I am a fool for not knowing or not being able to distinguish which is which, and what is what. Maybe, I am not good enough.