I am a walking oxymoron
I am a contradiction
I consider myself a realist
but crave the taste of fiction
I am a both sides of an argument;
much like the true colors of freedom
I bristle at words of affirmation
because I hate that I need them
Oh, wretched heel!
Oh, bane of life!
Cease to inflict your funereal strife!
What must it take?
Would I be healed,
Should my dichotomies be revealed?
I am a fire upon the sea
I am a grand confliction
I write as if I have no inhibitions,
but it seems that words are an addiction
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
I am a walking oxymoron
I am a contradiction
I consider myself a realist
but crave the taste of fiction
I am a both sides of an argument;
much like the true colors of freedom
I bristle at words of affirmation
because I hate that I need them
Oh, wretched heel!
Oh, bane of life!
Cease to inflict your funereal strife!
What must it take?
Would I be healed,
Should my dichotomies be revealed?
I am a fire upon the sea
I am a grand confliction
I write as if I have no inhibitions,
but it seems that words are an addiction
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2016.
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