I Am...

As a human, I am an enigma.

Perhaps it is because I feel one way

Understanding the opposite to be true.

Zeal for life one minute, apathy the next.

Zero toleration, then all is well again.

Listen up! Hear me now! I have this under control

Except for when I am insecure.

Oh, how easy life would be is we were not so conflicted!

Forever waiting for something we know we should not have.

Call me melodramatic

Or a thousand other names.

No one can deny that I am a conflict,

Full of forever passionate battles,

Loving life and despising it in the same breath.

It can be tiresome.

Could any of you deny

That I am an enigma?