Poem: Indecision

I find myself flitting in between happiness and dreariness,

loathing what makes me unhappy and secretly embracing

the other parts ripping my brains apart and forces my heart

to beat faster than it should.

There is nothing worse than knowing you are nothing,

being nothing, and doing nothing, always wanting more

and knowing what is growing inside of you has been placed

there unwillingly by the worst reactions and strongest fears.

I gather all the possessions given to me out of pity,

knowing they hold no importance or secrets and will be

burned by the largest of recent fires because there is

no one else alive that matters.