Introspection,
some intention,
slight detection,
clear rejection.
I lack decisiveness.
Some days I punch a pillow,
Sometimes I'm soundfactory 2000.
Some days I cry a lot,
Sometimes I'm nearly nothing.
Its hard to chose,
your method of coping,
when all seems futile,
especially hoping.
So near and yet so far,
so different yet so the same.
I lash out.
I close up.
I calm down.
I look in.
Self evaluation,
inventive creation?
Examining your station,
self-degradation.
