My Paradox
I live in a constant paradox,
where in my happiest times, I am the saddest
and in my saddest times, I am the happiest.
The constant contradiction that I live in
constricts me in a wide open cell.
No matter how much support there is with me,
I sill feel alone.
One day I'll be "Let's live life to the fullest each day!"
Another day I'll be bored and unmotivated
Head aches all around,
yet smiles are brought about everyday
giving others and me
joy.
No matter how dark the light shines in the darkness
there is still a shadow coming off the light.
How can someone feel so accomplished and greatly praised
but feel nothing at all at the same time?!
The constant back-to-back feelings I have felt,
makes my thoughts run wild.
I'm a pessimistic optimist,
yet I'm an optimistic pessimist.
Quite a paradox I live in, I must say.
One that confuses me and others,
for life...
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