Feelings: Mixed

I know how it feels,
To get hurt many times over.
I know how it feels,
To separate leaf from the clover.
Bathing in sunshine,
Drowned by night.
Pale in appearance,
Shining yet so bright.
I know how it feels,
To go to stars and catch emptiness.
I know how it feels,
To separate heart from body under stress.
Lowering the mind,
Raising the bar.
Walking in slow step,
Aiming yet for star.
I know how it feels,
To be tossed about like a filthy rag.
I know how it feels,
To be known as a worthless bag.