I.
I am a concoction of inner turmoil and contradictions.
A Pandora's Box of emotional conflictions.
Am I this?
Or maybe that?
Does it really matter?
My thoughts turn in a million opposite directions.
I try to look inward, but my mind is a poor reflection
of who I am and who I seem to be.
To those who wish to be a friend: I hope you understand.
To those who want to love me: The girl you're falling for is worse than sinking sand.
You can raise an objection.
Hell, I'd welcome one,
but I don't believe you have no apprehension
about this oddball chick who drew your attention.