I want to say “I quit”, even though I’m not giving up.
I want to say “forget it” but it stays fresh in my mind
I don’t want to show frustrations, but still want it to be acknowledged
I feel like I’m losing, even though I know I will win
I feel like I’ve been set up for failure, yet poised for success
I cry, but understand that my tears don’t make me any less of a man
I want empathy, but have no need of anyone’s pity
I feel that I’m lacking, even thought I have everything that I need
I want to do the right thing, but for the wrong reason
I feel like my thoughts are scrambled, even though my steps are ordered
Sometimes I start writing, then forget what the purpose was
Sometimes… I don’t need one.