Selfishness

I love how poetry is supposed to be deep and mysterious, but mine is just me complaining. I havn't read over this at all. It will probably make a lot of people mad at me. but hey, it's kind of supposed to. The ending and beginning lines nicely fit my state though. Have fun reading!

Yeah, right.


What am I to do?

The paths they lie before me,
As different as can be,
And what will happen,
When I choose,
I can not clearly see.

I thought I'd made the choice before,
I thought but didn't know,
And now my heart is burning fast,
It isn't flaming slow.

I just got told, the other day,
That burning out was bad;
That I should choose my path and fast,
Or I'd lose all I had.

Well I am losing it, and fast,
It's running all away;
I could grab it, keep it close,
And then it sure would stay.

But I'm not sure I want to,
I might not have the strength.
My patience lasted long it has,
But has it that much length?


Thank you for proving
That even though I couldn't
Manipulate your wording,
My understanding wasn't wrong.
I'd really be lost
If I thought that you meant
What it was you seemed to say.

He doesn't know,
She said,
He means so much to us.
She wasn't thinking of
Him at all,
Her wants were all
Her own.

The evidence it came today,
She called and he was there.
But as they talked it was quite clear,
She didn't know he cared.

He tried to show her that he did,
He tried the methods all,
But she was lost, and couldn't see,
And now her faith has fallen.

But have I chosen the wrong way,
In coming here to stay?
The choice it seemed,
Was simple then,
A break for me away from them.
But now I see,
It couldn't be,
They never really said,
That though they pushed me all to go,
They loved the sweat I bled.

In choosing something for myself,
I chose away from you.
I was told that that was good;
Did you lie, or speak it true?

Now what am I to do?