Worry is worry, grief is grief

 For me, worried is worried.

Grieved is grieved.

Remorseful is hell.

Joy is a contrast to the sadness.

Jealousy is jealousy.

Calm is calm.

Intrigue is excitement.

Inspiration becomes dreams,

Dreams become musings,

Musings become actions.

Anger is anger and assertiveness but trying not to speak too impulsively at best,

Anger is paralysis at normal.

But I've learned that for some people,

Worried is anger.

Grief is anger 

Remorse is anger.

Joy is just a lack of anger,

Jealousy is anger,

Calm is probably smaller anger.

And I don't understand it at all.

I see that this is the way it is

And I'll even accept it. 

But I don't know what it's like to live in a mind where all roads lead to answer,

And this specific wiring feels as hard as trying to imagine a colour I have never seen before.

I just don't get it.

No matter how much I'd like to pride myself on empathy,

My mystical abilities are proven false,

I am proven a quack of a people-understander,

For this type of personality I can accept,

But it would be a lie to say I understand.