How I'm feeling

Don't ask me how i'm feeling. 

Please      just      don't ask. 

Because   I      am     reeling. 

No no no      ask me.

DO ask.

Because I’ll tell you 

even if you don't inquire, 

even though I'm drained 

of all routine desire. 

I want to tell you. I really do. 

I   do   not  want     to  be alone 

emoting blue. 

I need to report it. 

Or should I say, deport it. 

But the right word for 

this anguish, what is it?

What explains my hot weeping? 

These pounding moods 

that hound me like a shadow

that follows me around?

That when I see a bridge 

I want to jump!

Is the word....the diagnosis.....

Donald Trump?