I am full of opposite,
full of not subscribing to
the things I believe in,
full of harshness
followed by kindness
followed by numbness.
I am full of something
that is increasingly prone to fluctuation
as time rises
and falls,
full of liars and truth tellers.
I am full of narcissism pointing swords at selflessness,
desire growing as carelessness rains,
I am full of every contradiction imaginable.
this is why I write.
