The cries of a distressed poet

migraine

My head pounds, as if being split in two,

Just like my personality

Fuck the rhyming

But also keep your pace steady

Love him

But disregard all of your feelings

Live

But die

Love

But hate

Sometimes I want to scream

But at the same time stay silent

My feelings for a person flow in 2 different ways

It sucks really

I like them

Then I simply don't

Which is unfair

Maybe I have a problem

Maybe it's serious

But I know it's fatal

Fatal to the feelings of everything I love

Everything I hate

I don't know what I should do anymore

Blend in

Stand out

Love or hate

Show my colors

Or reserve myself

Sometimes I don't know when to control myself

Other times I over control

But my heart beats to the rhythm of it's own drum

Like my head

Constantly pounding and splitting my feelings apart~

All I have to say is ugh my head is killing me.