Me

I am a contradiction.

Happy, sad.

Yes, no.

Black and white.

But everything mixes.

One moment to the next blurs

and I am lost. 

But am I?

I know the road well.

Full of broken branches,

trash on one side,

green meadows on the other,

but most of all pain and darkness.

Scared of the dark, but accustomed to it.

How it hurts to enjoy the pain.

Learning to breathe it in 

and bask in its gloom.

But I know it is wrong.

Wrong to keep walking this road.

So I turn and look into the distance,

towards the road I should've taken,

the one so full of life,

and wonder if I'll ever make it.

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