Ambivalence Poem by Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer

Ambivalence



Often times I wonder,
what is wrong with me?
I seem to have a weird way of appreciating the things and people I should be grateful for.
I don't take advantages that are right in front of me.
Instead I let loose and let my emotions play.
I talk the talk,
but I sometimes don't know how to walk the walk.
Things like that make me think.
What am I gaining from any of these experiences?
Everything I gain, I already know.
I know I am stupid,
I know I am weird,
I know I am crazy,
but what does it prove?
That I am abnormal?
But wait,
I know that too.

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