Do all the feelings have names

For sometimes the words don't fall out

Or I don't understand what I'm feeling

Empty or Full

Elated or dull

Ecstatic or Rue

I don't understand

Something inside me twitches, but I don't know what

Lonely is the self inside

For it itself doesn't company itself sometimes

Why does this happen

I don't understand

Beneath there is a volcano full of magma

But the elves calm it down

In the fear of stigma, tags and what not

For what will shower is just tears and not lava or dust

But why do I stop myself

I don't understand.