Word Count: 302
Description: I attempted a poem, this was the result.
I don’t know where I am, or where I’ve been. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place at best. I can’t choose anymore. And neither can you. Our indecisive hearts are one in the same. It’s a beautiful thing, not knowing what you truly want. It can be a curse too. Nothing will ever be good enough. Nothing will ever fill your empty heart. There will always be a small gap between happiness and contentment. I think I can handle content. I’ve never known anything more or less. I don’t want to my life to get better. Only because I’m afraid of it going away, leaving me disappointed. So you can stay in your corner. I’ll watch you from afar and bask in your uncompromisable beauty. I could know you. I could know that your favorite color is blue, you love the guitar, and you have your father’s eyes. But what I won’t know is how you lock yourself in your room late at night because it’s the only place you can escape your thoughts. I won’t know that you’ve thought about leaving that town more times than you can count. And I also won’t know that you’ll never find anyone that likes you for who you truly are. Because there’s no such thing as real anymore. Everyone is a fake with masterful disguises. I almost feel sorry for you. I guess I can’t though. You’ve chosen to live your life on a whim. So keep up your poker face, baby, cause you never know who’s out there. They can tear you apart faster than a pack of rabid wolves. They’d be more than happy to do it. To laugh and smile as you cry and fall. But I’ll always be there hidden in the back row, watching and admiring.