Guilt at the After Party

What is emotion
  
Why can't I allow myself to be angry
   
I was once filled with so much rage
  
Now a big fat sorrow leaves no room for other guests to sit
  
Joy went on a diet to the point of spontaneous combustion
  
And fury just crawled into some knook and fell asleep
  
I don't see what good would come from waking him up
  
Or from stirring love, who is lying in vomit among the tumble weed of a barren patio
  
So it's just us, sorrow's reflection and I
  
As we slowly shut the curtains with no more tears to cry