Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

I found this poem I wrote last november and I decided to share it on here again.  I did write it on here already, but the thread has since bottomed, so I'll share it here again.

Playing

I'm not happy anymore

There's no joy left.

I'm just playing the notes

There's no feeling left.

I only read the music

I don't really learn anymore.

Yet you keep pushing me to play

As if I could fake emotion

And lie to the whole world

Saying I still love this instrument

When I wish it would end.

They are just black and white keys,

I don't understand

Why you want me to keep pushing them 

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I wrote it about how everyone tells me I have an extrememe lack of emotion when I play the piano.  It explains why I'm so reuctant to practice, so hard to teach.  It might just be my song choice, but I'm going to try to push more recent pieces on my teacher.