HELP.

I lack words to fill my art piece ; a spoken word
I can't write a piece of poetry!
Neither can a narrative explain this feeling.
Loosing ,winning .Yes ! Loosing is winning.
Winning is loosing and shinning is cunning.
I ran and I lost. I walked and I won.
I wrote and failed,copied and won.
I converted my speech and won,but !
I typed it and lost.
Words can't explain.But my brain can.
Maybe I'm wrong or lost.I'm tall but feel short.
Sounds are like whispers.I walk but don't move.
I lack feelings.I don't feel guilty or hurt.
I'm neither hot nor cold ,weak but feel strong.
I try nostalgia but I'm a stranger to my soul.
I think I need a doctor.A medical doctor.
One who will study my mind.
One who will call me special.For I am .
I cry when I laugh,laugh when I cry.
I pose for the sun rays but shy from reality.
Help me.Help activate my being.
Mk_m.