It isn't It is, is It? isn't It?

It isn't the bliss that hurts the most
It's the scar, it reminds you of all that..

It isn't the feeling that can kill you softly
But the time of longing, doubting the filching miser

Miser, not miser of wealth
It's not something you can let the age to steal

It's bouncing. anon
It isn't bouncing anywhere but inside here

It's jabbering alone
It isn't but it is roaming alone..

It is embracing the sweet fall
counting the hidden tears

It is a lie if it isn't true
Trying to hold the torrents and not to blab

Far off far off
It isn't but it feels like it is

Is it really isn't?
My heart is a strife and it strives

It is?
It isn't?

No mirth of one answer I possess
Yet it is how it feels